All the children testified that Miss Macbeth. wore a fishbone slide in her cobweb tresses. Her eyes were black like first foot coal clutched as white as chalk-dust. Her fingers sweated india-ink and poison-pen letters. There is a hungry hanging tree just below your bedroom window. You can hear her take a broom to beat out a tattoo on the ceiling. Her bloodless face ran red inside but was she. really evil was she only pantomime. Now the chalk on the wall says that somebody. saves that somebody's face has just been washed off the pavement. Into a puzzle where petrol will be poisoned by rain. Miss Macbeth saw her reflection. As confetti bled it's colours down the drain. Chorus:. And everyday she lives out another love song. It's a tearful lament of somebody done wrong. Well how can you miss what you've never possessed?. Miss Macbeth. Well we all should have known when the children paraded. They portrayed her in their fairytales sprinkling Deadly Nightshade. And as they tormented her she rose to the bait. Even a scapegoat must have someone to hate. And everyday she lives out another love song. "You're up there enjoying yourself and I know it's wrong". Well how can you miss what you've never possessed. Miss Macbeth. Sometimes people are just what they appear to be. With no redemption at all. We try to walk upright when we can't even crawl. Miss Macbeth has a gollywog she chucks under. the chin and she whispers to it tenderly Then sticks it on a pin. And It might be coincidence but a boy down. the lane that she said "went white as he could do" then doubled over in pain.