that yellow brick road
where we were all told
would lead us home was
party line they sold
Hello yellow brick
you're no road at all
apartheid wasteland
behind the blonde wall
walled off courtyard
in palaces of pain
regent malignant
with iron-fist reign
put on pedestal
so easy to fall off
a stoning target
to jeer at and scoff
Quasimodo wheeled
out to foolish japes
a Motley princess
for cavorting apes
funny how I thought
this poem would stay
in the sunshine state
guess it needs its say
sick of silence sounds
my auto-gagging
tea leaves read as read
in their red-flagging
doing this, we are
the gauntlet is thrown
by Damocles sword
hard home truths shown
singled out scapegoat
sacrificial lamb
golden fatted calf
so you say I am
well goodbye to roads
leading me back home
going less traveled
snowy lake dune roam
off-piste pilgrimage
follow true north star
not all lead to Rome
I've sojourned so far
there's houses and home
with nowhere to dwell
I shall pioneer paths
to woods loved so well
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