by Nick Gisburne
Her potions are a thundering success
They crush the competition in a vice
With no reported side effects or stress
She offers twice the hex at half the price
But inexpensive magic is a threat
Subtracting gold from government receipts
A riddle no enchanter worth her sweat
Has dared to solve, to challenge the elites
A spiteful stew of sanctions is applied
Imposed upon the witch’s every spell
Her case, by court magicians, is denied
Her sorcery impossible to sell
Beware the creeping corporate machine
The greatest threat to magic ever seen
