all these witches

i'm afraid to look

at my

Morgan Stanley retirement

account.

it's melting.

melting,

like the f.....king

green witch

of the east.

i call my broker and tell

her to yank

it all the next time it

peaks,

and she calmly says,

in her good witch

of the north voice,

no worries,

dear,

just click your heels

three times

and we'll have a talk

and see,

we don't want to pay

that tax penalty,

do we?