Ode To A Witch

My itch its getting out of hand again

Must be a nervous habit

The burning of the witch is inching closer

But what if the good bitch is the one to melt away

Shes done Shes done trying Shes giving a fuck

Shes done no harm

You mortals fail to see shes done nothing wrong

Only tried to give a voice to the voiceless

Oh so shes not hanging with the 'it' crowd

Boil enough to sink her as you invite her for tea

Then off with her head but you fools have yet to see

Shes dead anyway

Since her first horror

You cracked his shell you tick-tocked away the clock

She came in handy when you want a date with the roommate in pink

Then no more

Go away pea soup No luck of the irish today