Oz

So for some reason I thought I might need a project for the last year of my 20s. That project is a series of daily writings: poems, thoughts, and ramblings. One entry a day...all leading up to the big 3-0 at the end of 2014. I've been keeping all these thoughts in a journal. Most of them, not worth sharing.

Anyways, writer's block is bound to show up multiple days (or maybe all 365)...so today's poem was silly and well, probably a product of writer's block.

Jan 6, 2014
(inspired by the Wizard of Oz at the Peace Center)

We're not in Kansas anymore
More than tornadoes hide in the sky
Aunt Em and Uncle Henry got their own issues
And little Toto's about to die

The hay doesn't pay the bills or keep the power on
In fact, it barely fills the Scarecrow's body
Dorothy's out late drinking away her sorrows
And let's just say she gets a tad bit naughty

The Tin Man doesn't want a heart
He finds that emotions are quite the bother
And the Lion doesn't really need courage
Just like everyone else, He needs a father

The yellow brick road isn't paved in gold
The Wicked Witch of the West isn't all that bad
There's much of the story that's left untold
Because "Happily Ever After"makes a better fad