Vexing Hexing

Vexing hexing

That's what this is

I was quite secure

In my devotion

To Mother Earth

Now,

Here's a new black magic

A penis

Powered infatuation

Supremacy

His quest

Equality

My own

Power to the people

Says me

Power to me

Says he

Beautiful, mystical

Creation

Versus

Murderous, bullying

Destruction

"I'm more powerful than you"

He HAS to believe that too

(Egos being what they are)

"Yes," I placate,

"You're SO great"

I feign to contend

(The truth says different)

I'll wait, with gentile patience

For this self-destructive nuisance

To fall victim to his own potion disaster

While I tend to the nurturing needs

Of all he bends (but fails to break) 

Planting his hideous seeds

I'll satisfy my self, spending

my magic on healing

All the hurts his curses bring

And, while doing so, 

Will sing

"Oh, master (huh!), thou art great

For surely nothing will motivate

Like greed, power and muscle strength

All will certainly not hesitate

To do your will, to fight your fight

To always be ready, willing to procreate

And never, ever deny your might!"

Then, in a whisper

I'll let slip

"Buddy, please, for the love of-

Nature- get a grip!!"

Ever the fan of understated

Sarcasm

This witch to this

First (God, I hope last)

Wizard