On a Hill With a Windmill

on a hill with a windmill
way out in the sticks
stood a big, scary mansion
in which lived a rich bitch

there was drinking, and orgies
nearly every damn night
lascivious scandal
once they turned down the lights

they would hoot! they would laugh!
in insidious glee
yet for all of their riches,
they forgot to ask me

to come out to the party
way out in the sticks
in the big, scary mansion
in which lived a rich bitch

so I packed up my boots
and my sharpest red lips
with a switchblade of sarcasm
tucked into my slip

i marched up the path
through the thorns and the fog
through a gate that squeaked warnings
like a judgmental dog

I knocked on the door
with a thunderous grace
’til the bitch in the window
turned pale in the face

i said “darling–you missed me–
  that won’t do at all”
let’s turn this soiree
into my kind of brawl!