Bitchcraft

You give me a lifetime so I can be saved

I’d rather have some space to breathe

You hand me a whistle to draw attention

I’d rather have some ointment for my scars

They’ll let me burn on the stake

Pay for the mistakes I made

But I ride a bike, and not a broom

I don’t cry at the moon

Still I’ll be damned

They repeat the pattern again and again

Raise your voice and you’re forgotten

Will the world grow ripe enough

To outsmart all that is rotten

I don’t ridicule what’s Holy and good

I don’t put frogs in my soups

I want to be my own judge

And if that’s not enough

Then I’ll be damned

Don’t want to feel as if I’m down in a burrow

I’ll live my life as if there’s no tomorrow

Don’t pull the leash which you tied around my neck

I’ll still be the captain even if I clean the deck

Give me a lecture so I can learn

Give me a book to read

But don’t hand me a knife to draw attention

To what can’t be said with words

My fellow-sinners are all around

They won’t destroy your holy ground

I don’t like to eat ripped-out hearts

And I don’t have warts

Still I’ll be damned