Stop your tongue
Of Moral, preach code xyz
Or eye the witch will strip your speeches
Pale, you screeching hypocrites.
Paste your lips with cello tape
Till you mutter out a promise not to humiliate
The good judge of what brings you profit.
Your very own relative, person competently fit.
Instead, resentful hurling attacks
Covetously contentious odious, feel pride
If you are, further disobedient
Eye the witch will black magic.
Fasten your communication
Fling and toss you in a wash machine
Rotate you and give a spotless wash
Thus let forget, attempting public hogwash.