The Fish-Goat Reflects

The Fish-Goat Reflects

I think Astrology absurd
Superstition-what's the word?
Quantified! Yet traits appear
In those born at this time of year.

We plot and scheme and scheme and plot
To get what we have not yet got.
Each of us subtle winter-born,
Each scheming little Capricorn.

We eat and drink, but mind our health,
We cache our slowly-gotten wealth.
Delay our pleasures, wait, instead.
And bide our time to get ahead.

While others bluster, rage, or mope.
We keep our counsel, pay out rope,
We choose our words and aim to please,
And exploit vulnerabilities!

As children, prematurely old,
We sup revenge as best-served-cold!
Our turtle shells we proudly wear,
But put lead boots upon the hare.

We winter-children, born of frost,
We make our gains at smallest cost.
We're firm in friendship, seldom late.
We live, but first!  We calculate!

Patient and sneaky, calm, and wise,
We win quite often by surprise.
We thrive on ignorance and scorn-
Each scheming, crafty, Capricorn!