Dorthy flew over the rainbow many times.
Along the way, her and I met eye to eye.
Viewing each other's memories through these visons
Connected through eyes and spirit...
We join forces and look for beautiful skies.
Even Oz is full of it's storms and battle zones.
As Dorthy returned the second trip over...
The evil Queen tried to steal her head.
However, Dorthy was smarter than that.
She defeated insanity and with her head still ******* on
She avoided someone stealing her unique and valuable vanity.
Seeing these memories I see inside myself.
Through countless times I almost lost my head.
I almost lost myself in the fields of poppies
I almost fell asleep.
Still awake, I ran with Dorthy past these fields...
Past the so-called beautiful and perfect city of Oz
and we found our own sane paradise.
In the uninviting mountains of high promises
We climbed and endured to enter this beautiful place and paid our own price.
Along the way we found others
In our same dilemma.
Instead of roaming to some insane guy posing like a wizard
We became our own magic and traveled to our own lands of solutions.
Now people come to us seeking the same as we once sought.
However, we tell them to have a seat in paradise.
Enjoying the same days and skies as me and Dorthy of Oz
earned a stay within it's walls
and the warmth and an ill-faded disease and condition
once dubbed "undefinable  Happiness"
This perfect disease...
We have now truly caught.

I have a serious crush on Dorthy
While she has a Kansas crush on them
The Lion and the Scarecrow
Not to mention the Tin Man

The only time you see her
These days is when
She's skipping about town with those three clowns
Her not so ordinary new friends

She says that they all met
Somewhere over the rainbow
While she met me over coffee
Wouldn't you know that's the way it goes

It's hard for me to compete
With anything like that
Though one is brainless, one is heartless
The other a scaredy cat

She says they show her adventure
Where the only thing that I
Can really show her is Kansas
And its vast empty sky line

The few times that Dorthy
And I have ever had a chance to go out
The magical land of Oz
Is all she wants to talk about

To me it seems like a dream
And we all know how those are
Not really very interesting
If you don't play a part

So I stand off at a distance
Gaze on from a far
While she along with those three
Skip off with my heart

Cause I have a serious crush on Dorthy
While she has a big Kansas crush on them
The Lion and the Scarecrow
Not to mention the Tin Man

Oh, and by the way Dorthy
Those ruby reds that you have on
Don't really go with
Your Kansas city overalls

Fitz
Fritz
Fido
Sandy
Spencer
Chaplain
Bernard
Jesse
Snoopy
Charlie
Charles
Fred
Freddy
Bones
Remmy
Ren­a
Reno
Tony
Julian
Julie
Frisco
Meghan
Addison
Robby
Buddy
Rudy
F­riedrich
Fredrick
Bernie
Rudolph
Adolf
Ferdinand
Rose
Cassie
Cassidy
Lee
Balto
Little *****
Allen
Alvin
Jake
Demi
Randy
Alex
Richard
Alexis
Kenneth
Ken­ny
Chris
Jose
Josey
Rodger
Moe
Joe
Emilio
Walt
Emily
Emma
Maddie
­Anna
Jafar
Aladin
Jasmine
Genie
******
Amber
Gracie
Ramen
Gordy
G­ordon
Jordie
James
Bucky
Huff
Manny
Sam
Samantha
Mary
Marie
Tila
­Rita
Cathy
Tammy
Mickey
Cam
Amelia
Rene
Jeb
Dan
Bagel
Tommy
Donut­
Bubbles
Blossom
Buttercup
Mark
Cody
Andy
Cristo
Andrea
Whiskers
­Mike
Bill
Billy
George
Geo
Joy
Mitch
Trigger
Tigger
Stephen
Archi­medes
Anya
Duncan
Nitro
Crash
Bub
Crystal
Egor
Bernadette
Cammy
T­immy
Antonio
Natasha
Natalia
Ivan
Abbey
Abdul
Carly
Aaron
Omega
F­inn
Nina
Debby
Tomato
Tabby
Artie
Archie
Noah
Kyle
Alfie
Alfred
Conrad
Conner
******
G­unner
Fry
Fries
*******
Constance
Connie
Frank
Fran
Candice
D­andy
Lucy
Lou
Louis
Quincy
Doogle
Dubie
Dakota
Ace
Casey
Barry
Te­rry
Trenton
Gabe
Laurie
Cornelius
Kabob
Sky
Skylar
Rufus
Louie
Ba­rton
Kimmy
Angel
Capri
Basil
Cy
Ruby
Emerald
Eleanea
Elenor
Barth­olomew
Jazz
Dreamer
Thunder
Topaz
Amethyst
Salsa
Meril
Dodo
Toto
­Eric
Barbera
Hannah
Katie
Zoey
Ben
Pinto
Squanto
Columbus
Columbo
Porgy
Bess
Clark
Savannah
Ken­dra
Marco
Leise
Toby
Trevor
Tresten
Treven
Adrienne
Caleb
Carlyn
­Ricky
Gibby
Donny
Han
Solo
Hans
Gabby
Dirk
Spot
Sebastian
Dee
Sco­oby Doo
Shaggy
Polly
Reginald
Burger
Steak Sauce
Ethan
Bradberry
Lucky
Fergie
Cheese
Boxer
Napoleon
Snowball­
Gerald
Jeremy
Benji
Gemma
Pal
Mal
Preston
Jack
Jackson
Molly
Mac­kenzie
Alexie
Alicia
Dora
Olivia
Salvador
Beast
Beauty
Oliver
Dal­e
Rim
Marley
Diego
*****
Bobby
Ralston
Zeke
Rooney
Plato
Cole
Nep­tune
Sailor
Frida
Rico
Dali
Veronica
Victor
Copeland
Swift
Riley
­Tubs
Lassie
Yo-yo
Harvey
Lemonade
Coke
Pepsi
Tanya
Camille
Token
­Laser
Beam
Seamus
Dorthy
Ian
Moby

Who could have known
Or ever proposed
That Kansas farm girl
Would land back in Oz

Who could have guessed
All this no less
From that moment on
Would be such a mess

All because Dorthy
Went High Royalty
Ever since those ruby reds
She's had a need for the bling

Now she likes to buy
Everything in her sight
With Munchkins for servants
Who serve her outright

Then came the day
She ran out of dough
And the Lollipop Guild
Mentioned the road

Where few have been told
And even less know
That the Yellow Brick Road
Is really made out of gold

That's the happiest she's been
Since she arrived
As the shimmer and glimmer
Cha-Chinged in her eyes

She called her three friends
Clueing  them in
The Lion, the Scarecrow
And of course the Tin Man

As a matter of fact
Tin Man bring your ax
I have just the job
For you to get down with that

That's now where we are
I am sad to report
The Yellow Brick Road
Is now nothing but dirt

But sweet Dorthy dear
Has plenty of stuff
Though she still has her eyes
On the emeralds of Oz

I have a serious crush on Dorthy
While she has a Kansas crush on them
The Lion and the Scarecrow
Not to mention the Tin Man

The only time you see her
These days is when
She's skipping about town with those three clowns
Her not so ordinary new friends

She says that they all met
Somewhere over the rainbow
While she met me over coffee
Wouldn't you know that's the way it goes

It's hard for me to compete
With anything like that
Though one is brainless, one is heartless
The other a scaredy cat

She says they show her adventure
Where the only thing that I
Can really show her is Kansas
And its vast empty sky line

The few times that Dorthy
And I have ever had a chance to go out
The magical land of Oz
Is all she wants to talk about

To me it seems like a dream
And we all know how those are
Not really very interesting
If you don't play a part

So I stand off at a distance
Gaze on from a far
While she along with those three
Skip off with my heart

Cause I have a serious crush on Dorthy
While she has a big Kansas crush on them
The Lion and the Scarecrow
Not to mention the Tin Man

Oh, and by the way Dorthy
Those ruby reds that you have on
Don't really go with
Your Kansas city overalls

They call it crude.

The dessicated then carboxilated, carbonified,
****** of dead Permian flesh.

This is the reason the salamanders die.
Corporeal concreted, mummified, fossilized.

This is the reason we dance.
Dirges of West Texas dirt romances.
Lost in the flares,
Caught in the gases blaring making nostrils glare.

Requiescat in pace.

All these women.
Dancing through the caliche,
Giving a reason to taste the air.
Through one breath of speechless.

The loam is never settled where boots tread and weather.
Destroying bedrock through hydrolic fracking to the earths core.

I land my toes in the sand of the Llano.
I ******* Mexicans, greasy, with cheese,
With.



Hot.
Sauce.



Dorthy never went to the fest of Oil.
But there's no place like home.
Her silver slippers or prosthesis feet placed instantaneously upon me.
Would bring me directly into a thorny,
Patch of Mesquite.

I'm truly blessed
to be counted
amongst the
trooping pilgrims
walking dusty roads,
negotiating rocky
Himalayan trails
on the way
to the mountain top.

Together
as brothers
and sisters,
we traverse
precarious paths,
strengthening
each other,
bucking up,
getting a
second wind
to make that
final push
to scale the most
jagged boulders
that lie nearest
the peaks.

I'm heartened
to see
Dorothy Day,
Mahatmas Gandhi,
The Dali Llama,
Nelson Mandela
and Johnny Cash,
trooping along side me;
keeping me in step
as we press on to
the promised land.

If I get hungry,
Dorthy will
serve me soup
to feed my
spirit.

If I get lonely,
Mahatmas will
muster up a posse,
freely welling from
salt of the earth
to walk with me.

If I take a
wrong turn,
The Dali Llama's
smiling eyes
and sage
advise
will get
my feet
back on the
right path.

On this
tiresome journey
if my will begins
to falter and my
commitment wanes,
Nelson will remind me
to endure the trial
with the grace
of fortitude.

And if we enter
dangerous canyons,
filled with the
cacophony of
boisterous hate,
The Man in Black
will strum his
guitar to quell
the angry noise
and fill our hearts
with loving harmony.

We're on our way
to Freedom's Land
and some believe
we're almost there.

We can see
Martin looking
over those last
jagged ledges,
he's got a prayer
of encouragement
on his lips,
and he's waving
Mrs. Liberty's torch,
showing us
the way,
guiding us
home.

Music Selection:
Sweet Honey on the Rock:
Ain't Gonna Let Nobody Turn Me Around

MLK Jr. Day
1/16/12
Oakland
jbm

Why this day of all days
Was the Wizard out of town
When Dorthy and her three friends
Decided to roll around

They came in search of wisdom
And asked for my advice
My only hope in all of this
Is that I steered them right

To the Tin Man I told him
That he already has a heart
That it's made from pure gold
And shines as bright as a star

He may not always feel
It beating inside of his chest
But you can see in his love for others
That it's in there none the less

And the Cowardly Lion
To him I kindly said
It takes tons of courage these days
To even get out of bed

And when it is you fall and you will
Pick yourself right back up
That's the kind of courage
That I'm speaking of

Then came time for the Scarecrow
Who felt the need for a brain
So I told him that intelligence
Does not always a brain make

It might help solve some problems
But does not always think
If you want true wisdom
Take that from off the street

Then there was sweet Dorthy
Who in truth felt all alone
Needing herself a place
That she could call a home

I told her to have courage
And follow through with her heart
And if she truly thinks about it
Home is right where you are

My new friends they all thanked me
And went along their merry way
My only hope is I did a good enough job
Of playing Wizard that day

I sure know how to pick em,
thought this time would be different,
yet the only differences is how
you sweet talked your way
faster into my heart
then any one else ever did.

Sistah'Girl, I tell you I sure know how to pic em,got one whose so good I believed him from day one, believed he'd keep his word and all the major or little things would be a plus,

* the way I stood by him and stood up for him,
the way I support him when he had and has no one else.

How I slave in my kitchen making sure
once he gets home his belly's full,
How is it I'm coming up last over
a ***** that told you to kiss her ***.

Left you in a heap and continues to mistreat you, how am I the sideline ****  you've turned me into, when I'm pose to be on a pedal-stool.

pose to be the one with the ring
this one on this finger
you claimed meant everything,
yet I continuously find you making
up reasons for your underling
sympathetic *******,

seems to me you still want this
                             unfaithful
                                          ungrateful
                                                      atrocious
                                                               rat face
                                                                      sagging *******  
                                                                                   raunchy ***
                                                                                                        *****.


Be real
man  
and
be honest,

don't sugar coat a **** thing
fo me
I'm not like
most

I'll walk away with a smile
knowing I'm the top notch chick,
the queen you failed to claim,

Motha ***** please.

That trick you continuously long
& yearn fo will have you once more ready to **** yo self,
ready to become once more some type of disgrace,
that well polished heart will once more ache
and all your niceties  
will be for naught,

I'll be far gone
living it up with someone new,
some one who wont take
my love or me for granted,
someone who
isn't ******* you!


Karma huh
well no need to worry about "her"
cuz I'm far worse
and I come
quite as a storm,
make you feel the impact up
close & personal,

like you been ***** deep in ya *******.

like Dorthy when she left ******* Kansas
yo *** about to met the wickedest witch.


you gonna know it was me-you played me
& I told you before don't play with me boo baby,

****, trust me boo,
I seen all to well too many men like you,
the one's you say never compare you to,

funny- now cause seems like your doing the same ****,
just like them whom you don't wish to be compared with.

This is the reason why
                I rather say hell naw
                               get the **** out,
                                                       cuz
                                        I learned years ago,
                                                
                                                              I CAN DO BAD ALL ON MY OWN!
  Always Me Ayeshah ®
Copyright 1977 - Present ©
K.A.C.L.N ©
All right reserved ®

My friends are my family.
The are honest to me when I need to hear words I feel I cannot bear to hear.
I am set strait and get back moving forward on my road..
Hearts feeling proud to see me succeed.
Always warning me of obstacles ahead which I sometimes fail to heed.
Telling me to stay out of self pity..!"
Pushing me further up the ladder when I obtain frozen heals.
Looking down the ladder, they are always there climbing ,with me close behind.
Spirits cheering me on when I am doing well.
Like Rocky's Coach after Rocky Became His Best Friend's lost soul's son's mentor.
They yell the words that I truly needed to hear, after a knock out jab, from a glove, to get "Back up!"
Always telling me "You are an attractive younger man" "Who needs to clear the mind that needs to stop thinking through ,'The Looking glass.."
This "Dorthy Gale" still cries for my "Aunt Emmye."
Because my friends love me for the person that I am.
I return their acts and kind deeds (as they need me in their "Corner of Life's Ring...")
I'm their "Rocky" Who cheers "Mohammad" to their victory in their corner of their ring.
Now, together, a song in each one of our connected  souls, our hearts do sing.
"Forever through war, hunger,pain, , and ill health"
"Through the easy times, wealthy moments, and easier moments, and blinding and shining victories  of such..."
"The need to exist
"to and for each other..."
"A well knit family of sisters and brothers."

For a moment all I see is a broken little boy
that grew up without a dad.
I want to tell him it's not his fault.
I want to tell him
that dads are overrated.
We can share mine if you'd like.

But before I can slip behind the curtain
that keeps your true self hidden from the world
you put up caution tape
and say it's off limits.

As if I don't already know you're not the great and powerful Oz.
I don't care.
Because I'm not Dorthy.

Masks are faces in which people hide their fear, pain, and heart.
In fears and pain most of us are dramatic play-writes
Finishing a Shakespearean drama with laughter masking the tears of pain as we struggle, in life, with it's beasts of torment...With our sword of strength we use in the fights.
The ****** after being
the remains of our broken souls
Upon finding that trustworthy partner, in life, friend or lover...
We show our true faces and bear all.
Together...
Sharing the burdens, laughter, pains, and drama that comes from being
"Cast into our drama and our life's stages.."
We, in turn, start writing our life's memoirs, together.
Happy to bear the wages...
Sometimes lost to the battles won after our "Play Bill" is filled as with each act in our "Scripts."
Our families...
We are made up of fellow play writes who can, in front of such people, take off our masks and allow the illusions in which we have created, to dissipate and clear like smog...
We can allow our hair to fall down...Like "Rapunzel..."
and leave our "Protective sheltered towers"
and bear life's played out tragedies, together.
As friends and people in relations of sharing equal support and interest in roaming where our "act" tours....
We remain true and bonded, together, as such beautiful sights are to be taken in....
We skip down the remained of "The Yellow Bricked Road"
as we finally reached the "Emerald City.."
as we passed through the acres of colorful flowers.
Alike Dorthy and her new found friends....
We enjoy the journies, in one another's existances and roles in our plays of life, retiring only when our souls also reach their true found ends.

love, devotion
a motion that can either build you up or break you down
it can make you feel like a clown with your face painted and slab on with makeup
to only one day break up and never make up
it can make you feel worthless as they leave wordless
shhhh, quite don't make a riot
as they walk out that door leaving you all alone
then they never have time to pick up a phone
never questioning why they couldn't try
to love you with all of their heart as you as you're sitting there torn apart
thrown back into a world of pain and depression
as they are sick with their obsession, not helping the recession
with their overspending of the green that could help her children
that could help one of her daughters that is still in school
reading like a fool and trying to remain cool
who doesn't know the meaning of the word love
her only help is praying from above
who cries out for her mom every night
praying that she'll be here tonight
so that everything can go back to normal
and they will never be another quarrel
then her mom will finally have a moral
to find her way back home so she won't have to roam
like Dorthy walking endlessly on that yellow brick road
her head filled with a bunch of load
missing her family like crazy and trying not to be lazy
while everything is just getting hazy
so I pray to the lord to save me
then I can be mom's baby and act like a lady
and nothing is gonna be shady
while Momma is around
so now we can all be found and not bound
to the slave of the devil's hands, that travels lands
to destroy lives and capture wives
so they can cheat on their husbands without a care
and come back to their evil lair while giving a glare
to all who dare to take them on as little children draw with a crayon
then go to sleep on a warm bed they can lay on
dreaming that just one day in the middle of may
that Mommy will just finally come home

My mommy has a black gun that she keeps in her black bag.
she has it to protect us she tells us with a drag.
Some times she takes it off and puts it on a high shelf.
A place where a little person can't reach it a person like my self.
Like Dorthy the only time she leaves it alone is when shes taking her bath.
And sometimes I think "maybe i'll take it" while she thinks that  i'm doing my math.
I'll introduce it to my temple and then i'll release it's wrath.

Rosa, some heroes doesn't know hen they will becomes one.

Malcolm, just by knowledge and wisdom you provoke others to think.

Martin, simply by concentration you contributed to changing a nation.

Charles Drew, some still within the medical profession to this very day owes you.

Dinah Washington, what a difference a day makes? When you left a trailblazing path behind.

The Ink Spots, long before others became vocally known.
You once ruled that throne.

Leona Horne, Dorthy Dandridge, Ruth Brown you left a massive history.

When you go ahead and plant your heart upon your goal.
God let's your greatness just flow.

I walked through the city and I saw a horrific vision.
Before my path were two individuals.
Shouting over a Super Market Tabloid and who knew more about what they had read in cold and calculated argumentative decisions.

Emotionally "boxing" for the "belt" in "Who was right"
and the Heavyweight Championship in "I have More  Net Worth."
Such sickened me...I tried to avoid such "nasty frights..."

As I tried to walk around the area and to push to stay out of "Center Ring."
I was drug in.
Forcibly to fight in a  "Three way" match..

With those who are enraged by what "haunts" their "sight"
A lit match...A fire to now rage and burn...
I was scolded by the heat in the middle of the flames.....
I threw my "emotional water" onto such and won an "unseeded battle."

Desperation to "win" the "street" "Judgement" "Boxing" "Battle."
I pulled away and responded "I need not join in your wars."
"This world has enough troubles..due to such..I do not need to explain. It takes two. You both have already lost"
Walking away, they looked at me and then themselves in question.
They knew that the moment they decided to "Fight this fight"
they both had lost...The minute one "began" and the other decided their need to have to "finish" and had to be "tough" and  "fought."
Each person may not "look the same...."
Nor be the "most attractive."
Life is not a "competition"
It is all in one's everyday needs and in their own "Interpretive visions"
Most are the "norm"
Yet we fight.
Most of us think with "over-inflated egos" as staged by those "fools" already lost in the tabloids that push us to live alike the ones who die in Hollywood.
Yes, it is nice to be wanted. To be sought after.
Every day, some "normal" "non lit pathways"  are  a gift.
For the attention gets "quite old..."
When one doesn't have a moment to be alone to take a breath..
After being in "center ring" almost all their lives..
Through  being "good" at a certain "artistic or inventive gift" in life...
The Paparazzi suffocate one to death...
Being unable to start a family due to your "Society's level's rules"
and "Who you can date and cannot date isn't "Cool as ice"
It cuts through one's heart...
Emptiness is sharp like a blade and it cuts like a knife.
For age, talent, looks, money, and fancy items are fine in movies, on stages, and great "fairy tales" in the great "Emerald City" that is renamed "Hollywood."
But, by being "Dorthy" in "Kansas" at least with her dog "toto"
She shall marry a normal guy, maybe excel in small business, or get short spurts of "spot light"
She shall smile and look back....
"I , at least was not a death notice in a Supermarket Tabloid..."
"A Scandal"
or "Told who I could befriend and who I am ordered to avoid."
"I won this fight in "Center ring.."
I saved my "true nature for my "after the dance was over life."
I changed out of my "dancing shoes..."
"I avoided being cut by fame and it's  icy cold and judgemental knife."

Lost in someone elses melodie
going to the beat of their drum, like im stuck in their head awake and sound asleep.
Wonderland on a cliff,
Somewhere unknown in the back of my mind, yet I still might find home.
Dorthy got her wish,
Im still stuck flashing in a rave, an echoe in the mist.
Im lost and im found.
World shapeless, Well my minds round.
Its like a dream, I feel like a fish, like a meteor burnt to crisp.
What it may seem, Im lost in someone elses melodie
The pain is taking over everything
Its like a fantasy
Exept its called reality...

come on, we can at least compete with the asiatics of chinese or japanese speakers, like the arabs can compete with sanskrit, and admire hebrew skeletons.

come on! tom petty just died! this is not a
dawid bovie effigy, worth remembering,
it's harcore americana
and even i feel no mortal transcendence
momentary: standstill,
    he gave me more mornings worth living
through to an afternoon than davie ever did...
hand on my heart, come on
mary jane's last dance,
   or *i won't back down...
he was always someone to me as something
akin to a mix of chris rea & bruce springsteen,
and so i find myself woodpecker scratching
off a piece of writing,
  because, just because, i want to walk
in england so the cross is left intact,
namely the hospitalier cross of malta -
and i have a t-shirt with the cross,
and a word underneath stating: malta...
so i chicken scratch, woodpecker the letters
off with the index finger...
    i like the "compass" as it is...
     price dies, everyone goes mental,
david bowie dies, everyone goes mental,
tom petty, or chris cornell singer dies...
  i must have outdated tastes in music...
           because everyone just shrugs,
keeps their ground, and waits for
the next grey-mass massacre...
    mary jane's, yeah tom, call it like that,
it's still mary and juan in a ****** package,
like howlin wolf called ****:
      that backdoor man attitude...
you seriously can't conjure up more backdoors
than *******...
      and then the man who loved
animals said to his female ***** -
honey, i have my prayers to keep to,
and i feel no cruelty towards you
being argued, to survive the homosexual
apocalypse.... it's all dorthy rainbows
and ruby shoes from here-on-in...
   come on, tom petty just died!
          i can't be a matt hardy with liszt and
cigars and women and:
     i'd put those jerky twinkles in about
10 wheelchairs and call them
charlie chaplins subsequently...
       why this desire for women's attention?
i hate shopping! i can cook and i love
cleaning the house esp when drunk,
so, i listen to too much music and
the more female talk i'd hear from any
woman other than my mother i heard
i'd prefer the shout of a close range bullet...
and as brother aramis said:
the best advice? is to not give any advice,
just give the narrative, and
allow people to chip in...
           tom petty must died, along with
60+ others and 500+ others maimed,
come on stop tangling me in gambling,
that antithesis of prophetic thinking,
and that's true enough,
  gambling is the antithesis to prophetic thinking...
but tom petty just died, and all i get
it a **** in a hiroshima's worth of attention,
but when dawid bovie dies
i have to suddenly state my transgender
  orientation! not that i have any...
nonetheless listening to tom petty is like
watching back to the future...
   oh, right, you want the chemist
turned linguist tell you further via
indications -
                             dáwíd bòvié -
the ò comes from the automated diacritical
markings on iota...
without the dot it would have been
otherwise four times the acute...
oh wait...
  reminder...
               dáwíd bὼvιé -
                 and yes, i was hit on the head
by a swing as a child,
no wonder i have made an easy life
having complicated the language
as i have...
    but automating diacritical markings
as the english have, is just a lazy
explanation... to what's exactly pedantic
for the argument of arabic
                  equally perpetrated;
               ὼ = ó,
and a wild sensed comparison of
congregative attributions with a missing
father caron...
    for ὼ = o,
            as much as ó = ω.

odd, some of my family members have the
surname saracen written on their gravestones.

Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
or Jack will meet
a ******* *****

Jack be dumb
Jack be slow
Jack the racist
where a bullet should go

Poison ivy
makes haters itch
let them scream
from the spells of a witch

Dorthy fooled
Laura is sick
TinMan has tantrums
his anger is quick

Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
I am no liberal
you redneck hick

I felt something in the stars
Shining through the roof
They pulled me up to Mars
As if I needed proof
And I set out one candid afternoon
Lost my way, and fell stranded on the moon.

Now I really really really need to find a way back home
Really really really need to find my way back home

Well yeah I just felt trapped
And had myself a cry
Until I just laid back
And just looked up at the sky
And it ain't ever looked like quite this before
And Dorthy yeah we sure ain't in Kansas anymore

Just really really really need to find a way back home
Really really really need to find my back home

Dorthy sat on her swing
clutching Toto in her arms
She was in a trance staring
at imaginary mountains and seas that she dreamed someday she would conquer

The sun set sending a shiver through reality
Then she put her dreams back into her mental pocket and put Toto down and skipped back into the house

That night it rained and in the morning there were rainbow dreams for a sunrise

This isn't what I thought it was
We took a left and then got lost
Rumble, tumble, twisted, tossed
In this Modern World

Dorthy, there's no place like home
Take me back to sticks and stones
Please just leave me alone
In this Modern World

They said that we'd be flying cars
Vacationing on the Planet Mars
In the future near and far
In this Modern World

We've lost our thoughts in how to think
I mostly miss the sanity
Before this game of hide and seek
In this Modern World

Supposedly we'd all relax
As our robots did their best
Now we serve them at their bequest
In this Modern World

We find that time is running thin
Working more at worrying
Out of control in constant spin
In this Modern World