Shut The Fuck Up Dorothy,
The Oz Was Never Real.
Tin Men Found You Miles Away From Kansas And It Broke Their
Hearts To See You Like This.
You Were Lion In A
Poppy Field,
Cowering In Fear.
You Called Them Wicked,
Witch Could Scare Any
Crow With A Brain Away.
Our House Was Destroyed, Brick By
Yellow Brick,
And Since
There's No
Place Like
Home.
We Have To Send You To An Asylum, So The Flying
Monkeys
Can Leave You Alone.
YOU ARE READING
Figure 8.
PoetryI Figured If I Did This. I Could Figure Out Whats Next. My Fingers Dance The Figure 8. Thats How I'll Start This Mess.