This morning I am grateful for the Wizard of Oz and all its useful metaphors. It is rivaled by Alice in Wonderland and, of course, the Bible. Not that I would ever label anyone a witch... not me... but there is something cathartic about picturing a house whirling out of the sky and nailing a witch-like person.
It is Tuesday morning.
Already I have a list of people
On whom
I would like
To drop a house.
I take entirely too much pleasure
In the metaphor.
I know this.
It is only Tuesday.
The week has barely begun.
I line up people
Consider the houses
I would drop,
Picture the ankles with striped socks
Underneath.
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