on a hill with a windmill
way out in the sticks
stood a big, scary mansion
in which lived a rich bitch<\/p>\n\n\n\n
there was drinking, and orgies
nearly every damn night
lascivious scandal
once they turned down the lights<\/p>\n\n\n\n
they would hoot! they would laugh!
in insidious glee
yet for all of their riches,
they forgot to ask me<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to come out to the party
way out in the sticks
in the big, scary mansion
in which lived a rich bitch<\/p>\n\n\n\n
so I packed up my boots
and my sharpest red lips
with a switchblade of sarcasm
tucked into my slip<\/p>\n\n\n\n
i marched up the path
through the thorns and the fog
through a gate that squeaked warnings
like a judgmental dog<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I knocked on the door
with a thunderous grace
’til the bitch in the window
turned pale in the face<\/p>\n\n\n\n
i said “darling–you missed me–
\u00a0\u00a0that won’t do at all”
let’s turn this soiree
into my kind of brawl!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
on a hill with a windmillway out in the sticksstood…<\/p>\n