My horoscope told me that I was “great souled” That I should shun resentment of what others have achieved in the world Something about quiet determination and contentment in my substance It’s rare those damn things speak to me. I have railed with anger for as long as I can remember, be it reserved for a stage or a drunken phone call… shaking my fist up to the sky. I’ve been wondering for years where my millions are. There’s been nothing graceful in my delivery. Only in the last couple of years have I rediscovered solace… climbing down the ladder to my underground penthouse and watching the warm worms wallow in dirt.