Old lady

Little lady sitting in your chair

Screaming because you cannot curl your hair

Screaming for you want to go to bed

Screaming for a pillow for your head

You tell me no one listens when you shout

Your voice unpleasant makes us shut it out.

Your motive is the power to dominate.

That is not love it seems to me like hate.

Some things we can’t get by force of will

We only have the power to make men ill.

I now believe in witches you are one.

When you die the witches will be gone.

I thought that I could love the human race

Until I saw the contours of your face

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