Mercury, you fucked with me
and made me penniless
in the shopping mall of your
mercy. Why make a
mockery of my humble
yearnings and selfless pursuits?
I did what you asked, I floated
dispassionately on your waters,
without raising my voice or
the bet on the table.
Why weren't you able to be
lenient with this never-did-
nothing-to-hurt-you lady,
why did you make me sweat
stress through my pores?
I have survived your last
hellraise, yet I am
downhearted and ill--and
even my voice is raspy,
unclear.
But I'll see you in the heavens,
someday, and I'll turn retrograde
on your ass, and you'll be sorry,
yeah, I'll make you one sorry celestial rock,
no matter if it's predicted or not.
copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez
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