Cashier's Temptation To The Underworld Poem by Lyrael Myrna

Oh, it’s a dark place here
In the slimy underground
With the larrikin joker
And the gambling thieves
Such an envious feeling
To be stuck in there
Well, on the outside
There’s happiness, no scares
You’re disgraced by the leader
They shave off your hair
Throw you in a uniform
Conforming like this isn’t fair
It’s a modern day hellhole
No more fire, no more coal
But there are demons still existing
Seeking out another soul
Something tells me I am
Like screaming Stella! !
But this is no nightmare
This is not the endless affair
A meandering notion
That you will drink this potion
Fresh brewed out of the cauldron
Hot and ever smoldering
Oh! It tastes like magic!
Temptation is a delight!
Tiny little hiccups
Give up with out a fight
The witches know it’s you
In the attempt to hide it through the
Old biddy’s armed with handbags
Grasping, throwing shoes
The mental patient’s laughing
What the hell is new?
They should be the happiest
They forgot everything they knew
Snap back to dear reality
Morph the morphed girl
Back to where we started
Cashiers Temptation
To the Underworld