Get Me the Hell Out of Oz |
Back off, Tin Man
the wizard was a charlatan
and the lion’s off chasing
his own tail, you
are hollow
The munchkins beat
a rhythm in song
my feet are dancing
to their cacophony
of truth
sprinkled with hormonal
angst
Scarecrow is ablaze
dust to ashes
no passion there
he warmed only my hands
brought smoky tears to eyes
that watched him fade
into the distance I created
running
away
From fairytales
made up for little girls
to choke on
like big gold bricks
leading to cities
that only look
like jewels to the green
Armani bespeckled
I respected the witch
At least she was honest
said what she wanted
tell sweet Glinda
that sugar-mouthed bitch
she can have the dog, but
I’m keeping the shoes
copyright 2006
Emily
Rose |