Her reach for self-glory
A most unpleasant story
Not fun to re-tell
The tale of her hell
(Didn't go very well)
She waits with impatience for the magic to start
She said that it's love but it's push with no heart
She looked at your eye then you started to twitch
You got hooked, little fish, by a two-bit witch.
She made you feel good
When she showed you the store,
You felt grateful inside
You had wished you had more
She said "have some cool"
Then you started to itch,
The goal is control
For a two-bit witch
Now that you're further weakened
And sense never seekin'
Nothing's right where you're at
All your food turns to fat
You're hot on the outside,
Cold on the inside
Now you can't even cry,
Do you want to know why?
You got bit on the butt buy a progress slut
You got scratched in the snitch by a gnostic bitch
When you gave up on wisdom
Then you started to twitch
You were scammed then flim-flammed
By a two-bit witch
You got bit in the butt by a two-bit witch
You've been scratched on the snitch by a two-bit witch
You developed a rash, then you fell for the pitch
The weak are a meal for a two-bit witch.
She said "Free your ass and your mind will follow"*
After time you could see that her actions were hollow
It's going to take work to escape and proceed
It ain't like this witch, in the end, will succeed
Though sad to see all this futility's hurt,
Oh, most blessed day, when this witch will revert
You searched without meaning, then developed a twitch
You were bound and then tamed by the two-bit witch.
She gave up long ago
That hard-minded bitch
Now she seeks your lifeforce,
She's our two-bit witch.
(*An inversion of the teaching of Funkadelic, July 1970, and the Buddha, Christ and Tao, much earlier.)