Poetess: I am at work.
The real witch (changing TV channel): wonderful.
Grandma witch: work makes us be nice people.
I am working all my life.
The real witch (bites her tongue, crosses fingers and looks up): not me please.
Poetess: this is a fake story, and I don't have multiple personalities.
Grandma: save us from that at least.
I am doing great,
In case if someone wants to know.
Poetess: some counted,
We have to work 17 more hours..
The real witch: you people..
Poetess:one of our managers doesn't say hi.
Everyone like why, how rude,
Telling me.
And I am line,
Why would I care,
If I almost told him to go to ...
Not only me,
I saw pictures, he is sitting with how to say,
Low-rise jeans, and it's saved...
