Vicious Witches Poem by Kevin Patrick II

So sweet, so polite your pure sugar and cyanide
a capsule marked compassion your cruelties certified
Your smile, your poise is just a manicured vice
A cosmetic act to hide your venomous disguise



You think your Snow White when your dollar store Cruella
Parading with cheap virtues as a one women Cappella
Speaking for the victims when your a victimizer
Playing to the crowd when Stephen Millers your Advisor




Virtue signaling is a hustle on those you put a muzzle
Champion for people that you silence with a shovel
It's funny that the pink shirt you proselytize for wearing
Is a product of your actions on those you did the tearing



Call yourself an alley but you'll be the first to run
When pride is not a party but a job that isn't fun
Black lives only matter when you don't have to pay the price
But you'll keep your head down when lives are on thin ICE



Pretending to be kind when your a lizard with eye liner
Parading compassion when your a diamond studded sniper
Someone tells their secrets and your the first to kiss and tell
The skeletons of friends are just a trade for you to sell





Pat your self on the back and call yourself a good person
When we both know it's an act you've been well rehearsing
Your good deeds are trophies that you hide in your vanity
Reminding everyone your the savior of their calamity



Motherhoods another road for you to be a martyr
When your kids are acting up and you have a brain dead partner
Tell us how everyone in life has always let you down
So you can be the crying queen who holds the pity crown



Your crocodile tears can make an alligator blush
Sweetheart your the prize with a mouth that never shuts
You'd throw a trusted friend underneath a moving bus
Then cry you've been betrayed when betrayals your favorite crush



Vicious witches eat the weak to make them strong
Vicious witches cry when their always doing wrong


They'll smile while plotting the knife in your back
Cry and play weak when they plan their attack
They'll make their assaults from rumors and gossip
cut your joys into pieces and hold your hope up in lockup


If they see you happy they'll have to knock you down
So they can pick themselves up leaving you a frown
Their the ones who're always cross when they live to double cross
And they do it with a style in perfume and lip gloss


Maybe this is sexist but I've seen the way they sting
Marking their fangs in the cheapest princess bling
You don't need a man to destroy your sisterhood
Just backstabbing witch who was made for torchwood


Cause their vicious witches that you should never trust
Or else you'll pay the price of their delicious angel dust