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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!
submitted for Poets United, Thursday Think Tank, #84 Home
