In Sydney this week a man was sent to gaol for six months for having told fortunes by tea cup reading.
The queer discriminations used In this law-ridden land Leave me bewildered and confused. What man can understand Why this soothsayer they acclaim And with high honors hail, While that poor prophet, sunk in shame, Ignobly goes to jail? Because he peers upon a palm And speaks of things apart –- Of “dark men” looming strong and calm, To thrill some spinster heart And wake fond dreams; or else, because He looks into a cup And lies. They say he breaks the laws, And coppers mop him up. Yet, if it be against the law Men’s fortunes to foretell, What of that other man I saw (Indeed, I know him well) Who on a platform lately stood And promised paradise, Prosperity and endless good, If folk took his advice? He had no cup to be his guide, No cards, no crystal ball; Yet, heavens! How he prophesied! You’d think he knew it all. Dread doom awaited us, he warned, Death and destruction grim, Lest we the other Party acorned And cast our votes for him. Was he arrested on the spot And bundled into quod For fortune-telling? He was not, (I thought it rather odd) Tho’ his proud promise of content Was guess-work, clearly rash, They put him into Parliament And gave him wads of cash. The queer discriminations used In cases such as these Leave me bewildered and bemused ‘Mid inconsistencies. For while one seer with bays they deck, Tho’ perjured to the eyes, The other gets it in the neck, For far less whopping lies.
|Copyright © Perry Middlemiss 2003|