They’ve made us fear every year

Every extra hair that sprouts on tit or chin

Til we begin to forget the wisdom we’ve collected

Til we’ve defected to the distinguished older men

And they win-- again

Well, i’ve decided to trade that old lady prescription

For a witch revolution that defies description

This hag will ride her wrinkles to the sky

When i’m an old witch

I’ll be ready to fly

I’ll just saddle up my saddle bags

One pouch for each thigh

Pack em with pride

Yeah, grip my thick sides and ride

I’ll grasp my broomstick with a gnarled knuckle

Buckle in each saggy tit

Then f*ck that shit, i’ll say

These fat witch titties hurt today

And they’ll wiggle

Loose and alive

And as my broomstick rises

I’ll shake my hips like tambourines

Alarming little boys with the noise

Of my shaking thighs in the skies above

And all the while, the little girls will smile

Cause they’ll know the music of sisterly love

And it’s funny how they say an old c*nt

Should be all dried up

Cause i’ll give myself a lube job

Shake my broomstick til my clit throbs

Til i sing into the winds the unpredictable desire

The unfathomable fire of self-loving passion

Til i scream the screams of rapes unwitnessed

Til i moan the moans of wives accosted

By "boys will be boys" who just lost it for a moment

The groans of all those moments running together

Into some woman’s forever

I’ll rise with the song of the witch unleashed:

This bitch barking wild, this woman-child

This tight-ass c*nt uncoiling

At the sight of the cauldron boiling...

See, in that sky we’re gonna cause some trouble

Make a little dick stew bubble

We’ll need the tongue of a liar or two

Some bush and some rudy should do

A sprig of rush limbaugh, i thought

A dash of ronnie reagan on top

That slop is bound to trickle down

A wall street boy, a ceo or two

They can downsize all day

While they’re merging in our stew

And the eye of newt too

And all the other mean white boys—

The military, the budget, some of their toys

To keep em quiet while they’re brewed

You know boys when they riot

They’re downright rude

And i’ll keep stirring up my pot

Stirring up my plot to throw in any man

Who puts his hands on my sister when she says no

Who’s looking tasty now, mister

In you go

And i’ll be flying

I’ll have my hands in my hair

I’ll grasp the gray, pay homage to its journey

Stroke my leathered skin, full of fight and fury

Weathered by the storms of audre lorde

The rage and glory that hover

By stories of sisters loving each other

And i’ll spot a boy scout

Helping a granny across the street

Feeling manly and strong

Til this witch charming comes along

I’ll sling my tits like grenades

To the ground. they’ll anchor me down

I’ll whoop and howl like jane

Swing down on a varicose vein

Unfold my stomach rolls for red carpet

My royal landing to the street

I’ll sweep that granny off her feet

Make room on the back of my broom

And we’ll rise through the skies

Two witches surrounded by sisters

Soaring through roaring storms

Thunder clouds obscuring vision

But we’ll know our mission:

To keep riding high

So i can’t wait until the day

I make my cane my broomstick

Sweep myself off my own two feet

Pick out all my false teeth and grin-

Til i’m like mother jones or harriet tubman

Like audre lorde or emma goldman

Like bessie smith or lucille clifton

Til these bones are in their crone prime

And at that time i won’t grow old with a lady’s grace

Won’t look in the mirror at my wrinkled face

And sigh or groan or cry

Cause i’ll be looking at the face of a proud old witch

Who’s finally ready to fly--

See, all that hocus pocus shit

Is just to scare you away, brother

Cause real witch magic is just

Sisters loving each other