I ran out

MAK1

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I Ran Out

I ran out out of everything, or so it seamed,
Off to the pantry with a smile I gleamed.
In the door I did find there to be plenty,
Back to Chemistry classes like when I was twenty.

Molasses I see, soda as well.
Some stuff called "REAL SALT", oh what the hell.
I grab my arms round, full of this stuff.
I'd better stop here I can't get enough.

Off to the medicine box for what I'll find there.
I'm left wondering but, not in despair.
Soaking salts, Zinc, Iron too,
multi-minerals and vitamins I'll add to my brew.

On to the kitchen to grab a few things,
If memory serves, my bell is what rings.
Egg whites, no yolks. Lemon for sure.
I'll need to get ashes and composted manure.

I mix this all in, my cauldron to stir round.
These are the things in my home I have found.
I feel my thumbs twitching, hairs raise in a hackle.
Off in the distance I can hear Witches cackle.

If there's a knock at the door
I know that I'll shit.
For this I just swore,
One more big hit!
 
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