Dorothy is For Real
Dumb brunets can’t find their way to fraud,
It takes gold to do that.
They think you got kidnapped by God
And his promise to Noah.
I know you better than that.
You ran away
Each footstep abroad
Filling your insides with
Shiny black pebbles
That you called home.
I know you went on a journey of lightning
For the sake of the wander
Lust got you bumping and grinding
Against tin.
Add some black oil
And you lost it.
I know you liked sparkles
Because they made you shine,
Sang melodies just to rhyme
For the cool, cold kids.
Reverse, reverse.
Cold, cool kids,
So you could drink cool aid.
You cramped and tripped over your shoes,
Clicked them three times,
While you were failing to flail for life.
Now your back where you started.