A Pointless Plea

A Pointless Plea

Oh! Deus Ex Machina where art thou?
Where the bloody heck is my Freaking Fairy Godmother?
There is no Puck to join Unions!
I wish I could buy a Pathetic Magical Sitar that only tells the Truth so it can guide my screwed up life with its Blatant Honesty!
I have no Time Turner to set things straight!
Notice that somehow... I didn't call for God...

I guess I have to follow one of the Commandments of the Cynic Creed:

"If You Want Something Done Right...

Do It Yourself!"

But wouldn't it be nice to get some assistance every now and then?
This is not only a Pathetic Pointless Plea...
It is also an advice...
But then again.. who am I to give advices?