The Wicked Witch Of The West

By Paris Providence

I am cruel as a ruler,

Spit hate on the blessed,

Beguile at the vicious,

I'm spiteful at best.

I curse when they're smiling,

And laugh when they cry,

So I sleep in the daylight,

And hiss at the sky.

I'm known for a countenance,

That few can possess,

I'm green as the wicked,

I'm witch of the West.

By Paris Providence