Metaphysical Margot
She doesn't predict the future, she manifests it
Metaphysical Margot spoke of the stars,
Mercury retrograde and Venus in Mars
She saged every room, aligned all the chakras,
Quoting the cosmos like holy mantras
She wore crystals stacked high, from quartz to jade,
And claimed that her aura could never fade
She meditated daily, her vibe always strong,
Though her playlists mixed Buddha with disco and song
So if life feels messy or slightly bizarre,
Ask Margot, she'll tell you to "blame it on Mars!"
