She sits behind her table
And takes precious calls
While she’s doodling some trolls on her pad;
rolling her eyes til China meets Africa,
A caller begs her request not to be put on hold.
She said, “Your endorsement letter is ready for pick up at 11 a.m.”
Her tiny heart runs to the exit door
And got to the City Hall.
When she asked the lady for her fortune,
She said, “I don’t know anything at all.”
Sir Pablo and the cult leader went out of town
No less than Bohol.
Damn that empty confidence and her deceitful
Surprised by the lady’s ignorance and all,
The kitten asked for her rat but
was denied of her turf
Why summon a tiny hopeful
Make her worry for an empty porcelain paper?
“Please come back at 3 p.m perhaps they’ll
Make an appearance together once more.”
I said, Ms. I’m sorry I don’t have that play time and all
She said, “Too bad so bad we have no choice at all.”
So, can I get my fortune?
No way, I know nothing at all.
This is goin’ nowhere, Lord
Dubai, Canada, Spain, and Brazil
So long, farewell; I gave my all.
Guess for this bunch of Immortals inside
The marbled house
They don’t care about Juan’s downfall
behind the wall.
It seems a simple comedy.
If only Karl Marx was wrong—