Call Me A Wench

Call me the wench , call me the peasant

for in your eyes of snobbery , that's all I am.

The poor is anyone beneath you

you step on us to make yourself high and mighty

yet there are those who are poor who are far more rich in skills than you

and for that alone you fear them for catching you out on your game.

I've no fear in my body , nor any fear in my skill as a witch

yet challenge me all you wish , on your own head be it

for I see through you lies and deception

your a poor man truly just in a suit with a name of lawyer.

Call yourself powerful by all means

but power in knowledge after all

and my knowledge of you is vast

for you are nothing but weak a business man trying to look so great

but reality your nothing.