Games

Games

The
Party 
Psychic
Chooses
Me
And
Purports
To 
See
My
Aura
By
The
Turning
Of
A 
Card.
I find
It
Hard
To
Give
Weight
To
Predictions
Of
My
Fate.
I’m
Polite,
But
Doubt
This
Lady
Could
Be
Right.
She’s
Bold,
And
This
Is
Foretold:
‘Nothing 
Is
In
Your
Way,
But
You,’
She
Declares,
As
If
I was
Unaware
Of
This 
Generic
Human
Flaw.
I crossed 
Her 
Palm
With 
Festive
Alms,
And
Will 
Try 
To
Put
It
To 
Good
Use,
And
Stay 
Loose.