Tuesday 22 June 2021

Enchanted to the Tits

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