this one's for all the queens and witches
cast aside by Father's wishes
clothed in ill-begotten riches
scratching long-forbidden itches.
it's for twats and pricks and bitches
traitors, narcissists, and snitches
beggars at the intersection
where the blood and vomit mixes.
it's for priestesses and victims
cattle brands and crucifixions
gaping wounds that ooze and fester, but
the doctor never fixes.