Self Seer

Beware
For the ides of March are meant to scare
We all suffer dissatisfaction
An unconscious indefinable reaction
The fear that fuels us
Fosters a fretful fuss

It’s not the day that delivers death
But the turmoil behind each breath
There are folks who believe history will repeat
Where are they during an unforgettable sports feat?
The good, the bad
Seldom happens twice once they’ve been had

Predictions
Exist on logic and deduction
The team with the worst RPI
Will surely RIP against the better guy
A top seed won’t fail
Unless an underdog wags its magical tail

The well-rested warriors
Send their winning statements without couriers
The decisions are snap
In March, success doesn’t fall in one’s lap
Account for luck before you fill
Those brackets according to an expert’s will

Sometimes you don’t see it coming
The last thing to occur is numbing
A mid-month Monday
After selection Sunday
Should not interfere
With what inside is our own seer