Cassandra
Cursed prophetess
The Debbie Downer
of antiquity.

A beautiful anathema
Embracing life
With the gaiety
Of a dirge.

And all her visions
Dire imprecations
That rouse most to anger
And others to label her
A liar and
A madwoman.

Poor pretty
She’s not miserable
She’s a mathematician
A causal cleric
Formulaic
But people don’t need answers
They need hallucinogenics.

It’s much nicer living in a haze
Where nothing is clear
And you don’t know where
Your mess ends
And some one else's mess begins.

No one's responsible
And everyone gets to live
In a big pile of ****
Together
As one positive family
Attracting abundance.

Until the Trojans arrive
And pull the blind folds off
And then she gets to say
- I told you so
But nobody likes
Smugness.
Poor *****
She’s the **** Jagger
Of the Agora
She can’t get no
Satisfaction.