That Mean Old Wicked Witch Of The West.

Her green face
glowing with hate
ready to kill
ready to break
that poor young girl
with curly brown locks
and kill her dog too
at every cost

now this story’s been heard
time and again
no variations
always the same
old story that we grew up hearing
but now we’re all older
what should we believe in?

now that wicked old witch
was minding her business
getting ready to see the sister she misses
when out of the blue
came a strange large house
that fell on her sister
her flame – doused.

now anyone would seek
revenge on the house-dropper
a heart growing week
revenge growing stronger
and it didn’t matter who
came out of that building
whoever it was
shouldn’t have planned on living.

the ruby red slippers
the last family heirloom
was stolen by the girl
who couldn’t fly a broom
what a disgrace
to a family name
if Dorothy wasn’t killed
the Witch would face shame.

“I’ll get you my pretty,
and you’re little dog too!”
She compliments the girl
that broke her sister in two
and all the munchkins fear her face
she was born with a complexion
that didn’t fit any race.

She followed that girl.
And her dog. And her friends.
Followed them all to the very end
of the yellow brick road
where she could catch her at last!
but too many people interrupted her catch.

when she finally caught her
she gave her some time
to say her goodbyes
and some time to cry
but in came her friends
busting through the door
grabbed a bucket of water
and started to pour.

the Wicked Witch felt
the most unbearable pain
as she melted to the floor
they were all to blame
she wouldn’t have been mean
if her sister was alive
but her sister was murdered
Dorothy got away with a crime.

so the Wicked Witch lost
but really, who’s wicked?
if you ask me
it’s THAT kid
the one with the curly brown locks
the one who killed without a cost

That Mean Old Wicked Witch Of The West.


Joined January 2009

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Artist's Description

this is kind of based off of wicked.. but not so much considering i never really grasped the entire story.. i believe that was just about the wicked witch when she was younger? idk… just.. what if the wicked witch wasn’t so wicked after all?
it all started with this somewhat undeveloped poem:
its a long way
that fall from your pedestal
placed so highly
its a long way down
back to the earth
as the base slowly crumbles

where will you run now, Princess?
who’s gonna save you?
who’s gonna care that you’re falling?

the Wicked Witch of the Universe
rides her broom around you
waiting for your demise

and no sooner do you shed a tear
out of anger
and outrage
do you realize its the Good Witch.

now do you know how much the world hates you?

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