in an unbelievable
set of
circumstances
surrounded by knuckleheads,
losers and liars
the bottom feeders
in life.
i pull out my ruby red slippers
and put them on,
then stand with my eyes
closed and repeat over
and over again.
there's no place like home.
if this doesn't work,
i jump out of the plane
and pray
for a soft landing.
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