“Forget the Damn Horoscope—People Show You Who They Are.” (Revisionist Shakespeare – Sonnet 14 for Gen X)

Forget your horoscope—that’s not where I get my read;
I’m no psychic with a crystal ball and incense smoke.
Yeah, I know enough to call the weather or smell trouble,
Guess when the economy’ll tank or who’s about to choke.

I can’t tell you when the next shitshow’s gonna hit,
Or why some poor bastard always draws the short damn straw;
Can’t predict who’s lucky, cursed, rich, broke, or screwed—
Life laughs at every rule you thought you saw.

Nah… I read the truth when I look into your eyes.
That’s the only map that’s never steered me wrong.
If you’d hang on to what’s real and pass it down,
Then truth and heart might actually stay strong.

But if it all ends with you—well, here’s the score:
Beauty and honesty check out when you walk out the door.