Poor, poor Dorothy Gail, she's seeing tin men and lions.
Is Oz a place deep in your mind, or just over the horizon?
The Yellow bricks lie broken now, revealing blacktop below them.
Dorothy sits in a drooling stare, oblivious of the mayhem.
There's many wizards in this land and all are dressed in white.
The talking scarecrow and lunatics are screaming in the night.
The tin man has gone digital and move to Silicone Valley.
He says that in the land of Oz, to war the munchkins do rally.
Outside Emerald Cities walls, in the forest hungry lions roam.
Dorothys' voice repeating endlessly, "there's no place like home"
Poor, poor Dorothy Gail, she's seeing tin men and lions.

William VanDorin © 2001