Poetess: this woman can't even walk,
So how come they think she works better then me?
And we have to kind of walk here...
The real witch: I have something pretty.
Inner voice: issues, issues.. (goes to have a nap).
Poetess : I put a sign, do not leave shit here,
And this what they do, leave the shit.
And when I say something,
They are like: oh, sorry dear.
The real witch : are you working in the wash room?..
