but funding has to come from somewhere.
We can't just open the vault every time a twister
blows up your skirt--
musses your hair.
Somebody ought to stop all these Munchkins and monkeys
from flying across our border like they do.
You must be THIS TALL to vote, with a picture I.D.--
this means singers and simians.
This means YOU.
Dorothy, don't think for a minute that your vajayjay is your own;
don't make eyes at Glinda Good Witch, we've got interns keeping logs.
We're the men behind the curtain--
no guilds
no gals
no dogs.
_______
for Susie's Yellow Brick Road challenge at Toads
Hear ye .. Hear ye!
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ReplyDeleteThis is too close to the truth to laugh at. But so well done.
ReplyDeleteA very unique take on the prompt fireblossom... A really practical picture on the fantasy world!
ReplyDeleteA hilarious take on a classic, Shay.
ReplyDeleteNo government regulation! Unless you are: poor,hispanic, black, mot our base, a child refugee, someone worried about gun safety, or worst of all, a woman. Oh, and our religion trumps your right to whatever we say offends us. You nailed it and I love the v-word line. Keep government out of the marketplace and in the uterus, where it belongs! ;_)
ReplyDelete*not* our base--or Mott the Hoople either. sigh
ReplyDeleteA brilliant response to the challenge! This is the perfect poem to address the political climate we are suffering trough here. My vajayjay aint no body's business but my own. Oh, and those poor children...Love the song choice too! Thanks for lending your voice to the Yellow Brick Road.
ReplyDeleteNailed it. Sizzling.
ReplyDeleteOutstanding, lady!
ReplyDeleteHere we go: a USA with Disney land rules and Oz pretentiousness! Skirts and vaginae and mad men with guns This poem cuts! Wow.
ReplyDeletePS: Marvin Gaye is perfect.
ReplyDeleteSeems there is legislation for everything these days.
ReplyDeleteYour opening two lines are powerful...much truth in that.
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