Wild women

Wild women
that is what
the world’s is wanting
too many fall before
the retards boot
and others kowtow
to the whiskered ar** holes
the maniacal abusers
who would loot
the coffers, and the
vital soul vitality
Hecate she is the gal
for me
she’s what this world, needs,
and the retards know this
she waves the flag
she is no hag
its in the bag
as I lose my rag
Hecate, the lovely Hecate