mine sucks, i know it.. w/e

inspirit of the upcoming Halloween holiday, we have chosen to write an open mic about witches..


Dez

the story begins with a blast from the past, a look into the most ancient couldren
grasping for an understanding, wondering why women do what they do to men

eye of a newt, tail from a rat..its missing something, what else to add to my brand?
i need to turn love to hate, courage to fear.. what fits the prerequisites?

(much debating and talking)

THE HEART OF A MAN!


so heres the plan, well take the role of a beautiful woman and lure them with looks
pretend to be interested in him, win his heart, then
unexpetedly, run off like crooks!

and thats all it took, every witch set out on this journey.. each wanting to claim the prize
each was selfish, none cared about anything else..they began to weave their webs of lies

hey there cutie, thats a nice wagon you have there, by any chance is that a Porche?
he smiled, stunned by her approach, when it comes to good
looks and charm.....

His level was far from most


he was at the end of his rope, not accustomed to females approaching his stable
drove a wagon and sold stallions..previously believing beauty was only available in fables
soon they filled the cradle, he believed that this baby signified the love that they shared
he had given her his money as well as his heart..went to hold her but only grasped air

she had left him, the last ingredient wasnt material, it was just to gain the love of a man
Bravo! they preached, and they began to devise yet another plan.......

they recruited every woman into the couldren, the image of housewives before would blur
they steal the hearts of men and then add them to the pot..

...as if its a game.. and only women can be players.. men are left to get burned


Po


My precious pretty pumpkin does't have a spiked nose
You made my knees go like jelly & loose my tight hold
Lifes lowdown is how'd you get me to shave down low
Frights bold cuz you put spells on me that I wont' know
How I got involved? Knowing you ride round on brooms
That wicked laugh I loved was really the sound of doom
Now I know why you was so natural under the nightsky
Was this a Am-fib-I-on? or just a hunger for newt eyes
You'd hidden your large obtuse & I saw your a-cute side
Reputes demised cuz the only reason you got to no me
Was hopefully Pots smooth like french. . then throw me
Only reason was that I ain't no frog so you hopped off
Trick or Treat babe. .It was you that jumped in the pot