Naked witchlings rooted in my head
While the sun was sleeping under my bed
Counting their fingers, scribbling spells
Burning candles, ringing bells
Killing cats and gutting rats
Reading runes and epithets
Did I say they were naked
There is that....
they've been a thousand lifetimes getting here
I'll give them a thousand more
To get out of my hair
D.C. Jordan
Jimmy Cracked Corn, and I simply don’t care,
Jimminy Cricket, Pinnochio’s pair,
Jee Wilikers, said to world of blank air.
Jee Josephats, yelled on a sister’s dare,
Jeeze, jumping Jacks, why cousin, are you bare?
Jolly Joe Ice Cream, true story, I swear!
Jimmy Cracked Corn, oh, yellow and so fair,
Jimminy Cricket, please get out of my hair!
Jee Wilikers, name of Ed Cooley’s mare.
Jeeze, jumping jacks, Sue, I thought we were square.
Jolly Joe, honey, hot bread, we do tear.
J’s of my youth, lie in my memory’s lair.
Bring them out to play, only when I dare.
You think that you know me
Reading me like a book
I had more to give you
Than the pages you took
Try taking a closer look
I don't need your disrespect
You're completely unaware
Thinking that I really care
you're the chump I'm the player
Step back get out of my hair
Your chance, has come and gone
Watch, as I walk out the door
I won't settle any more
This is not what I'm made for
I lift myself from the floor
You want me, because I'm gone
So who is now the fool
You thought, I was yours to rule
Yet I could not be your mule
You the master on that stool
I am made of stronger stuff
Watch as now I light the sky
You can't catch me if you try
You're left alone wondering why
I seemed so fragile and so shy
Verlena Walker's Slamming Competition.
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