A Christmas Wish List

You're a mean one, Mrs Witch
I hope you get a dreadful itch
One you wouldn't wish on the evilest bitch

You're an ugly one, Mrs Witch
I hope you die without ever being rich
I hope you are found in an ugly dress in a ditch

You're a hateful one, Mrs Witch
Your soul is darker than pitch
In your sordid brain there is a glitch

You're a  stinky one, Mrs Witch
You pollute the air like a fitch
No one cares about you, no not a stitch

You're a cursed one, Mrs Witch
May your creepy face develop a twitch
In the afterlife may Hell be your niche

                                                                                           -SDG

Jar of Hearts

What every witch wants for Christmas ..... young juicy hearts filled with youthful hopefulness. The hearts of their parents, and friends, and siblings, and of lovers of all things good are desired too.
Protect your heart.

                                                                                                                    - SDG

Ugly Sisters Hate Cindy's New Clothes

When you buy new clothes after a long time, witches be like,"Let's rip her up into shreds."

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Disney's Cinderella

A Fool and his money are soon parted

An old man had lost everything he had ever owned in this world, except for a very precious gold watch. It had come to him as a gift from his ailing mother-in-law who, having no son of her own, had come to see him as her son, and had wanted him to keep her husband's gold pocket watch when she passed on.

The old man had enjoyed the many gifts of life but in his declining years lost them one by one, out of sheer carelessness, until he was waylaid by robbers one evening, and he had managed to escape unharmed with his watch still in his pocket. He realized he only had a few years to live, and having no child of his own to give the watch to, he decided it would go to a deserving one by happenstance. He set the watch on his window sill and waited to see who would be its next owner.

A magpie flew off with the shiny object, the old man chasing it it into the yard, as the magpie snuck it into his nest. The old man retrieved his gold watch from its high perch and put it back on the sill.

Along came a monkey and picked it up. The monkey struck it on the window sill several times, hoping to crack it open like a nut and eat the meat inside.The old man chased the monkey away with a stick and put the watch back on the window sill.

A merchant who had heard about the watch sent a servant to buy it from the old man for a hundred cowrie shells, and sold it to an antique dealer for a thousand.

The antique dealer's store got broken into and the watch changed hands yet again, in a resale to a snake oil salesman who bought the watch hoping he could use to his advantage the credibility it would lend to his appearance.

The snake oil salesman loved that it opened doors for him and brought out the silverware and fine china on his rounds, but over time he began to resent the watch. The watch got the welcome and the smiles, not him. He began to pour acid on the watch in a private little "feel better" ceremony every day. Nothing happened to the watch since it was made of gold, but the acid he handled wore down his skin and the snake oil began to make him sick. Very, very sick in mind and body he tossed the watch into a lake one night and went home to forget all about it.

But then, as it always happens, what is done in the dark comes to light, and to make a long story short, a fisherman found it ....

The Ripple Effect

Don't let the witch win any ground ever, not through bribery, not through blackmail, nor violence.
If you are too weak to stop her in her tracks just know you are screwing over several generations, some yet to be born.
Become comfortable in the knowledge you will either be forgotten over the years or despised for having no spine.

                                                                                                             -  SDG

Iago

In the ecosystem of the harem/brothel, the eunuch is the longest lasting tool.
He is loved and appreciated and protected by many. Should he decide to screw you over, you will have a hard time proving that out in the world, and you will be laughed at a looong time.
Handle that eunuch with extra special care. Given his life experiences he can think like a man and also like a woman,  he can act like a man and also like a woman, giving him an edge over regular people. You can't outfox the eunuch without razors sharp reflexes. Connect with trustworthy friends, local and non-local, to help you see this through to an optimal resolution.

                                                                                                        - SDG

Pointy Hats Hide Pointy Heads

Ever notice how witches are always waxing eloquent on the subjects of abs and pecs and male libido enhancers.
There's a method to their madness.



                                                                                                                               - SDG

Men In Chains

You have got to see the witch's fleet of male prostitutes.
Especially if you have always believed only women get prostituted.
You won't believe it until you see it.
She has friends and relatives on her payroll.
Wow!
What a family!!

                                                                               -  SDG

The Obedience School Drop Out

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The witch has a three headed dog
She picked out the best of the litter
Handed the breeder some glitter
And took him away to her home in the woods

Being three-headed was not a bad thing really
It simply meant he was three times as smart
And three times more alert than the regular dog
What with three brains, six eyes, and six ears
In other regions of the world
Only the gods have three heads

And are said to rule the three worlds

Astute as she was she understood this very well
But she raised him to become an attack dog
Not just to protect her
But to attack on command
Without conscience or even rational thought
Over time he became a harbinger of ruin
Everywhere she took him

Every where she goes

He stays by her side

And obeys her every command

Not because he loves her, no baby no

He just hates himself too much

To trust himself enough
To take charge of his own destiny

So he does what she commands him to

Kill the young, scare the elderly

Whatever

The less he favors himself

The more he doubts his own judgement

The more power she gains over him

She sets him up for failure
And she can, easily
Because all he does now is attack
Without thinking
He makes the mistakes she wants him to make

She waits for him to begin licking his wounds

And sprinkles a sparkly powder on them wounds

She speaks softly and asks

"Is the medicine working my big doggie woggie?"

Knowing all the while it was just arsenic and salt
She throws him a bone

A few hours after dinner time has come and gone

Master and dog are as happy as they are ever going to be

The only thing that soothes the soul of the beast is music

Lyrical intense intelligent beautiful music

Through the spring, summer, and early fall of his years

As the post harvest chill begins to settle into his bones
And he's baying at the moon

He hears the hounds of winter calling to him

"Come away with us"

The thrill of the hunt puts a blunt on the cold

He knows the woods better than before

He trusts his senses more than ever before

He's gone as fast as he can

Running with the hare

Hunting with the hounds

Not any more a beast than you or I 
                                                                                                    - SDG

Ritual Killings

Witches are DDT queens.

They own it by the silos.

Any time they see a drop of love anywhere

 the slightest spot of sunshine on the first new day of spring

 or a growing consciousness of filial love in a growing child

 or the first blush of romantic love

 or the blossoming of scholarly love of a subject or art form

 or any kind of love

 they spray pesticide on it
 and it always kills the rush of new love very, very effectively

                                                                                                 -SDG