My horoscope makes me feel like this chicken.
Fried and ready to be bit into.
Someone will chop me up with a knife and eat me with a fork.
It's been on my mind all day.
Should I give credence to words thought up by some random computer program?
And then again, it called me by my first name.
Is someone sitting there, their whole job to write me horoscopes that make too much sense?
Do they have all the answers?
Can they at least tell them to me?
Photo - N
Words - S
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