Route 66 - Part 1
“Route 66” (Part 1)
“I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto”, she said
The moral of this story, let us deliver from beginning not end -
When you lie in it,
it’s inevitable, you eventually must wake up and make your own bed.
She thought she was on the Yellow Brick Road all along,
But the Screaming Monkeys had led her far astray, far from Home,
from her normal abode made of Strong
and all that is Fey,
it was clear to anyone watching this was not a normal day.
It was freezing all over this doomed foreign place,
as she walked with each step, tapping out heavy defeat
and the harsh Winter wind blowing it’s bitter words in her face, “Retreat! Now, Retreat!”.
Her heart had gone hard, you see,
ferocious and cold, as her feet pounded the cracks in this road not made from Gold.
She persisted her march full of integrity, grace
but she held on tightly to that big can full of mace.
The place was surrounded by the Forrest of Tricks,
as she faced with certainty,
she was actually now on Route 66,
with thunder and lightening shooting through clouds
ACDC was playing far away, foggy in the background,
“The Highway to Hell”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/Dec 2017)
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