POPPY HEADS

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The Emerald City's locked up tight,
this Dorothy could not stop at three,
the bitch has brought an army,
a thousand strong, and miles from home,
and broke, and tired and hungry.

The city chief's were smart to close
their door upon poor Dorothy's nose,
if only she could have ditched these hangers-on,
if only she could have said NO.

"One for all and all or none," her homeless minions
quickly chimed,
having nothing to offer, so willing to share,
on poor Dorothy's back they climbed
and climbed.

So away sailed the wizard,
saying "sorry Dorothy, could have been cool
had you thought to lose them lowbrow fools."

Camped outside the gates,
in the poppy fields, the hungry wait,
getting high on that good witch snow,
a gram or two is all it takes
to in the Emerald City wake,

or an Emeral City slum
to make.