The Mean Streets of Oz

 

When the world is spinning out of control like a Kansas tornado,

You cannot simply go back to bed and pull the covers

over your head.

 

You could find yourself smack dab in the middle of nowhere,

a stranger in town

searching for that yellow brick road.

 

I have been there, done that,

skid row, thin as a scarecrow,

lyin’ in the gutter with a bottle of courage in a brown paper bag.

 

“Mister can you spare some change?”  No?

Thanks for nothin’ Tin Man – you heartless bastard.

 

If you think the witch is dead, she’s not.

She’s ringing your bell as we speak.

The wicked witch of despair is breathing down your neck

and she’ll get you in the end, 

you and your little dog too.

 

You think “the man” will help you?

Not a chance. 

He’s already drawn the curtain on you.

Pay no attention to him.

 

The world is full of small people

and as far as they’re concerned

you can take a flyin’ monkey leap off a bridge.

 

So go ahead – click your heels together,

you are never, never, never going home.

 

                                          ~ JimdJordan