Con Yogi

Sister you have a very lucky face, sister

You know you’ve missed no opportunities,

And sister the things I can tell you now,

If only you’d just listen to me.

The lines on your forehead are fortunate,

I can tell, he says, sister, I am a yogi,

And your eyes, that beauty, they offer no threat,

To anyman, they make people happy.

I have seen his smile before

In the openness spoken in a child of fourteen,

In the wild imagination land unseen,

In a baby boy, or child of three,

In the widened eyes and excited delight

Of a girls first kiss at seventeen,

That ear-to-ear grin of ivory teeth

This knowing yogi , I chanced to meet.

My bosslady sat off to the side,

Silently laughing and rolling her eyes,

You know you got conned, she said with a smile,

He’s working his charms in these city’s miles

While I sat there agreeing 100 per cent

I regretted nothing of the money I’d spent,

The donation given to a moment in time,

When he said sister, just be divine to me

Open your eyes and look deep in mine,

Trust that this magic exists and you’ll find that

Though I know mind games as I know street shame,

I maintain you’re incredibly powerful.

Look at me sister, trust in my spirit,

The whistling wind agrees, can you hear it,

And near god you reside, your energy flying

Surely you can help me feed my family tonight.