Within the dimly lit summer lounge room
I catch a glimpse of a frazzled hot witch
She has the look of unspoken potions
a level wild stare from the heathen glass
Fed up with the toxic washing machine
ready to cast a spell with the kettle
Recovering from a hellish hot flush
friends for a little while with the steel fridge
Touching the wispy fluff muff on her head
sad tones take her heart to the coffee cup
A gratitude vibe from the dirt within
no need to turn the sour bitches into toads
C & K 