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Cowardly Lion Inc

Allow me to introduce myself, I am the Lion that is cowardly.
A puss in boots of the sorts, crippled with anxiety.

At this very moment I am feeling sublime.
For I am laying face-up in a poppy field, stoned out of my mind. 

The fog is starting to clear, its all coming back to me now.
What was I thinking? What, when, why, how!?

It all started when I met a girl named Dorothy and her dog Toto,
accompanied by a tin guy with no heart and a brain dead scarecrow. 

She said that some wizard who resides in Oz can put some courage in me.
All I needed to do was to follow them to the Emerald City.

Some may call it a lack of better judgement, but I followed her lead.
Skipping down a yellow brick road toward my destiny.

I immediately regretted it, but I was too scared to go back.
So I kept on following her regardless of my anxiety attack.

Now it could just be me...
but all things terrifying seem to follow Dorothy.

She is being stalked by a witch, traveling on a broom by air. 
Her companions are flying demon monkeys, out of my worst nightmare. 

I think that Dorothy may also be insane.
She keeps blabbering about a place called Kansas again and again. 
I'm almost certain this place does not exist, she is talking crazy.
Maybe she should ask the wizard for a pill that will cure her insanity.

I think I'll just lie here in the poppies, pretending to be high.
Maybe they'll leave me here, I can only hope they pass me by.

Ill go back to my forest, back to my cowardly ways.
Back to being scared of my shadow, back to better days.

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