The
Wizard
You’ve got me not myself.
I’m scratching paper:
My pen is the hind leg
Of a dog with an awful
Itch.
I’m not the kind to pant
Or beg;
I’m no Toto.
And in a way I’m not.
I still fuck anyone I want,
Which may be anyone.
As long as she has half
The Tin Man’s
Heart
And half the Scarecrow’s
Brain.
Where’s your fucking
Courage
Lioness?
And how’s that for a lily image?
Your familiar misogynist
Is Dorothy, dying for companionship
On this long
Road.
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