I was walking through the Farmer's Market in Downtown Los Angeles early on in the pandemic. There was only one way in and one way out. We passed by various hipster produced goods, which is not a judgement, rather an apt assumption, you can simply tell that every booth was some bougie hipster hobbyist made product. Nothing wrong with that. As we were exiting, I perused the very last booth. A sorceress was selling her wares, nothing but crystals, stones, sage, incense and other goodies for witchcraft rituals. Then it dawned (I was illuminated) on me. Witchcraft is out in the wide open. This is a society full of witches. "Don't forget your witches' dalliances!" I thought to myself. LOL!

Magic is Fake. Abracadabra!

Cast a spell

Incantations abound they flourish

The cauldron is hot 

Mix, stir and pour

Take the clay, mold forge 

Sorcery will make it true

Candles, incense, and sage

Jupiter's savior positioned 

Meditate, pray, and conjure 

Chant the hex

Repeat the mantra

Ensured bewitchment and enchantment 

A charming hymn 

From the séance saved

The melodic intonations deafly heard

The potion impotent 

The ritual frivolous  

All fires extinguished 

Saturn's fate shattered 

Idols disintegrated 

No longer spellbound 

Or bound by divination 

Or by the coven 

Or by the hoax