Miasma

The witch, she knocks politely at three

Asks if we have any green tea.

We leave her with doubt and subtlety

There was some, but it’s only for thee.

Then she knocks, once more at twelve.

Asks if we have any biscuits to sell.

We tell her to get lost to hell.

Whatever. It’s fine. Ring the bell.

She paints our door, black this time.

Now, for sure, she’s crossed the line.

I’ll give her what she wants, that’s fine.

Little does she know, ha

I know her tricks.

If it’s corruption she brings,

It’s her own wounds she licks.

Come here, come here, you demon.

I know how to cast you down.

Dare to open your mouth,

And it’s you first I’ll drown.

Slowly, slowly you will sink!

That’ll teach you to properly think.

Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha

Wait,

What the hell

Did you put

In

My...

drink?