I’m not a gypsy physic witch.
My clairvoyantly is minimal at most.
I don’t gaze into crystal balls,
or read colorful cards with odd pictures.
I LISTEN
I’m not a mind reading fortune teller.
My head doesn’t resemble a black eight ball.
I’ve never owed an Ouija Board,
or danced naked under a new moon.
I HEAR
I’m not The One or an oracle.
My antique bottles are filled with pure nothing.
I don’t play with voodoo dolls,
or wave a shinny magic wand.
I SEE
I’m not stupid, daft or foolish.
My brain is turned to full alert.
I don’t have time for deceitfulness,
or sneaky fabrications.
ABRACADABRA
You’re a toad.