Fork over $50 and speak with the dead.
Obey the gypsy and
Rest your hands on hers, releasing the
Tension into the air.
Uncomfortably quiet you stay, while she plays
Narrator between the two worlds.
Endless foreign phrases escape her mouth.

Take a chance and ask for your father
Everything spills out of the old gypsy's mouth
Lies, you realize, since he never called you sweetie pie
Let alone fix your bike or spend time together with you alone
In case you're wondering, the woman's a fraud.
Nothing she said was true, though that wasn't hard to see
Give me my money back please!