What Oz has to Say about a Lie

lazy lips in tangle with A I breathing secrets I wonder why why not organize your thoughts, o scatterbrain don’t be a brain full of hay eventual outcome - the crows will pick your brain s$it for brains forgive my insane outburst but the storm’s a-coming a storm of flying monkeys a witch to boot the only way to beat the rap is to hammer home don’t you ain’t fool’n no one you’re a fool yourself the witch has turned over the hourglass none of Dorothy’s friends are clamouring to save you they are not in pieces but at rest they’re courage came when doing the right thing jumping through glass, falling asleep the witch had fear and poison on her side but Dorothy was good and kind she scolded the wrong, bucketed the witch exposed the lie behind the curtain then the runaway went back home home sweet home where the poet’s heart brains and courage reside