Purple Stockings 


  
She’s a witch and she’s a bitch
Queen of all the fuckers
From munchkin land to the emerald city
Lollipop boys drooling over her toys
The mayor dribbling like a politician
Glenda has even stared and thought of her bare

The scarecrow thought, now isnt that funny?
A brainless fool, he fell for her too
The tinman holding his ax stuck on a feeling
Listening to the silence of where a heart should be beating
The lion, a pussy whose afraid of his own shadow
Wishes he had balls as big as toto

Flying monkeys on the last train to Clarksville
Wishing they were still with the Wicked Witch of the West
Certainly knowing she is the best
She cackles so insanely divine
Sending a rush that runs along the spine
Seriously, thinking of spanking the monkey

Her eyes dark and black as an onyx sky
They will burn you to hell
If you come back, you might ring her bell
She loves to play but don’t be swayed
Her lustful gaze may haze
Rest assured her demon side will never stray

Look at sweet Dorothy mounted on the wall
Another victim that lines her castle hall
She wanted to drink the witches brew
From which passion grew
With heaving breasts, still wearing her ruby slippers
The Which, entered Dorothy with two fingers

Sweet little kisses that make her sing
We’re off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Ooh!
Falling apples, shaking the money tree
This girls about to pop on the count of three
Serpents tongue, flicking and licking
Squirting her juices out, she’s melting, melting

Words by ~ Ax
Art by ~ Dan Brereton

hey gang. a little playful take on Wizard of Oz.
below is a scene from MacBeth, thought it appropriate with hallowe’en coming. happy weekend to all. smiles and hugs.

William Shakespeare
MacBeth
A dark Cave. In the middle, a Caldron boiling. Thunder.

Enter the three Witches.

1 WITCH. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d.
2 WITCH. Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin’d.
3 WITCH. Harpier cries:—’tis time! ’tis time!
1 WITCH. Round about the caldron go;
In the poison’d entrails throw.—
Toad, that under cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one;
Swelter’d venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot!
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
2 WITCH. Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg, and owlet’s wing,—
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
3 WITCH. Scale of dragon; tooth of wolf;
Witches’ mummy; maw and gulf
Of the ravin’d salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock digg’d i the dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver’d in the moon’s eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar’s lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver’d by a drab,—
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron,
For the ingrediants of our caldron.
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
2 WITCH. Cool it with a baboon’s blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.

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