Scorpio Rose

The moon wasn’t in the second house,

nor did Jupiter and Mars align.

The planets weren’t guided by peace,

and love steered no stars.

It was not the Age of Aquarius,

no harmony, no understanding,

sympathy and trust scarce as hen’s teeth.

All was falsehood and derision,

and dreams were but fool’s gold.

If there actually were any revelations,

they were decidedly of the mundane variety,

no “aha”s, more like grunted “huh”s.

All minds locked in on the doctor’s hand slapping my bottom,

and filled with some joy over my November birthday wail

heard round the table, yet no farther.

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