by Jeph Johnson
why must the zodiac dictate my pleas
when handwriting falls from my wall
blurring illusions of frail fantasies
while reality is overhauled?
why do the malcontent seem satisfied
with a less than phenomenal mate?
wooingly wanton yet worldly wide-eyed,
sensuality seals up his fate
this master of many (though slave to a few
vices viewed wickedly weak)
despite clueless forces somehow still knew
the method transcends the mystique