A Grievance from the Yellow Brick Road

I resent the fact

That just because I’m made of yellow bricks,

Everyone assumes I must be followed.

Well guess what, Dorothy?

I’ve seen a fair amount of shoes in my time,

And those red glittery ones you wore

Made your legs look a little stumpy.

And you call yourself a lion?

Your claws didn’t leave one cowardly dent.

Scarecrow, I was fond of you

Until you started shedding all that straw.

And listen, tin man, neither of us have a pulse

But you don’t see me crying about it.

So Sure, I’ll lead you to your Land of Oz

But do I get any credit? No "

So just close your eyes and click your heels,

Return home and forget the one

Reviews

[Z bangbangmaxwell]

hmmm... very interesting... i like it... very original...

[Creepy Swine Guy]

This leaves me pondering the eternal question, "How many yellow bricks ... can a therapists couch hold?" Very witty piece that i enjoyed largely, perhaps because I empathize. Would be nice not to be everyone's "road home", would be nice if someone stayed for once.

[Mark Anthony Games (Hum..]

Absolutely genius. The first poem I have read on WC that is astonishingly well crafted artistically without losing emotion. I run a competition and have reviewed and seen many works, this is simply brilliant. Well done

[thenakedverse]

wow thank you! i am flattered. id love to chat more with you about your competitions I love entering different contests.

[L]

Poetry is largely in the perspective. It's the completely different view of oz that makes this good and the charming idea of a disgruntled road :)

[Elaine]

I loved this so very much. Very cleverly done!