Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, February 19, 2012

No Place Like Home

 Tap your red heels Dorothy
There is no place like home
Cause home just isn't home no more
You wonder where it's gone

The farm you used to live on
Your uncle sold the land
There's rows of houses now
Where rows of wheat were wont to stand

The local grocery store
Became a giant megamart
And your poor Auntie Em
Can barely push the plastic cart

The farmhands you so loved
Well, they all lost their jobs
They wait for unemployment checks
and became drunken slobs

Professor Marvel's wagon
Was taken by the bank
They had to repossess it
When his show went in the tank

Miss Gulch is in a nursing home
She chased a dog and tripped
She fell down in her garden
Now she's got a broken hip

So if you come back Dorothy
Home's not like it was before
You may say to Toto
We're not in Kansas anymore!


Brian Miller said...

life changes pretty fast...my home town looks nothing like it did growing up...i like some of the playful parts in here on the people....

Fireblossom said...

Time to send in the flying monkeys...

Mimi Foxmorton said...

I don't know whether I want to laugh or cry......

Love this!

I guess we didn't much think what happened After the Rainbow..........


Mama Zen said...

And, that's exactly what happened!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

OMG, is this ever apropos! Sadly only too true. Now KANSAS is Somewhere Over the Rainbow and the wizard behind the curtain has gone mad.

nene said...

You just dropped a house on me to my favorite movie of all time.
This is the only movie outside of the 'Godfather' that I choose to watch repeatedly. Now I'm sad even if your message and well versed piece is relatable. 'sniffle' 'sniffle'

zongrik said...

Kansas is not what it was when the book was originally written

four brilliance senryu

Raining Iguanas said...

Oh my!