You know those people you meet who climb up as high as they can onto their high horse the second you mention anything about astrology? Yeah, me too. Here’s a little rap/slam poem for a laugh and relatability.
I could tell from the second you opened your mouth
Nothing you had to say could prove me wrong from the inevitable truth you tried to lock inside.
When I asked “what’s your sign?”
It was more for my own confirmation for what information you’d already so willing given.
“That shit’s not real” you said if that would change the way your fate was sealed.
When I pressed again you told me to guess
With carrying this weight I began to stress
What if I guessed wrong?
You’d be resigned to thinking the stars sang the wrong song.
I thought again, intellect and order
Practical, this wouldn’t be a tall order.
I’m guessing you’re a Virgo because of your rational mind
But if I’m wrong I’ll get it with time.
“Hahaha” you laughed
“You must know that chart by heart, guessing from there was an easy start”
You can say it again but it isn’t pretend
You know the moon pulls the ocean
But deny the truth that water in the ocean is the same that’s in your person.
If the moon pulls the tides then it would be wise
Tune in to the stars
And when you’re out at bars
When someone asks you for your sign
Tell them next time.
You don’t sound smarter
Mature or whatever
Pretending you don’t care about the funk that brought you there
If you think you’re more resilient to moon than the tides
Check your ego and let us have a good time
It’s flat out fun to read about your sun and moon
Just play along and the topic will change soon.
I know when you go home you’ll find yours too
But you were too proud, so that’s all on you.
Whether it’s truth or not
Take what you’ve got
Let it be a guide and live like the tides
Grow and shrink
Rise and fall
We’re all connected from Aries to Pisces
We’ve each got it all.