by Nick Gisburne
My body is enchanted to the tits
With every bone bewitched by hell and hurt
The magic is bewildering my wits
A spill of pagan potion stains my shirt
Whatever creepy voodoo I have drunk
The history of witchcraft will recall
A lone apprentice, punishing his junk
No competence, no aptitude at all
A morning filled with desolate despair
Reveals me in a stinking, shallow grave
Demented locusts, nesting in my hair
Become the crunchy calories I crave
My Wizard University degree
Is all I ever wanted it to be
