Poetess : yo mama is so old,
She remembers people no one remembers any more.
The real witch : what is this?
Grandma : a song?
Poetess : babysitting...
Hopefully this is my own yo mama joke.
Grandpa Witch : when I was young,
You know people talk that they don't care how you look..
Like no hands, no legs, no ass.
It's all would be okay.
And my mother brought me this young beautiful woman. .
The ..Grandma Witch had no. ..
She had no idea what she was talking about.
That was a pleasant surprise.
I remember my relatives would listen her
And then would say "anyway"..
Poetess : I don't like working anymore.
l will think about hell again.
Inner voice : every day is Friday,
Fight against working.
