Today is July 25th

Venus is in retrograde
and my feelings follow suit
like they’re forced against their will
by a card laid on the table
My present is plagued by a past
that quickly scales my city walls
and finds a heart that’s scarred and stained
from years it spent upon my sleeve
Yet, when the fog comes to collect me
I’m sure I’ll sit with all the sinners
and the ghosts that haunt my dreams
will finally have their day in court
I’m sure they’ll bravely show the judge
every one of their chipped corners
and every exhibit into evidence
will simply bear my fucking name
I only hope that when it’s over
and the jury finds me guilty
my sense of shame
is quickly quelled
by the booze that’s
on my breath