Horoscope Hoaxer

I am the horoscope hoaxer,

the dream generator,

the false hope provider.

Self-confessed con master,

selling lies to those famished,

desperate to find

a redeeming quality

to excuse their oblivious vanity.

Most greedily I pry

on those gagging to brag

about their good nature,

ability to understand others

and rejection of egoism.

‘So good to finally be understood’ -

I am the relatable poster.

‘That is SO me!’,

the agony aunt

that is never invited to family functions.  

However, I got the position because I,

a faithful, honest,

devoted to the pursuit of truth Cancerian

am superior to my brothers

who are damned by the moon 

and the stars to be weak willed, cruel and intolerable.

And yet as the sun dims

And those very stars align

I still lie alone at night.

Cursed by explosive emotions

exhaustive anxiety

and an inability to make

a single soul

fall in love with me.

If only I had been born a week later.