The Loot Moot

a poem by Satej

The stars they read
The future they draw
At your moot with astrologers raw
The find you well in a straw!

Your palm as they magnify
What does that signify?
Bla-bla, bla-bla you cheated they hoot
On the whole the moot’s a loot

Making their future
Not yours
Looting your bucks as also trust
Its all a satanic lust…