I don't even have a gas oven
Date: Wednesday, 19th April 2017 @ 07:43:41 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: alicewhite
I back away from doors that open
Not knowing if its trick or treat
I think your a witch words I/'/ve often heard spoken
As if on repeat
On repeat till I speak
I/'/m not in a coven
I don/'/t even have a gas oven
I think that I/'/m much more
Like Sylvia Plath
Jewish or not
Jumping jack flash
Frying pan calling kettle black
Atcha Hitlers its a
gas gas gas
Black magik black mass
Gas mask
I lost my shoe at the ball
Try n make it fit
Your ugly feet
Too big too small
Call me a witch
Ur another kind of fool
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