The modern Tin Man is fueled by
having given away freely his
for an Amazon discount
and a podcast peacemaker of
The Scarecrow has lost his brain
in a broken trade deal,
having pawned it off to pay for
while he stuffs the breadbasket with
at long last, beneath his
to return to a simpler time.
The Cowardly Lion roars
with hashtags on Twitter,
Instagramming a fierce photo
while, between posts, shuddering
in the dark of his
The Wizard sits on a
behind the puppeteer curtain,
like an orange talking head
to distract from the sounds he makes as he
drops another turd in the swampy toilet bowl,
refusing to flush it.
Dorothy, meanwhile, has been picking fights
with the little people,
accusing them of being
while she ignores the tornado of
that had brought her to this golden city
upon a hill.
Wicked Witch of the West
sips Tea Party tea,
caterwauling as her flying monkeys busily
copy/pasting disinformation for
a ruble a post.
And poor Toto is nothing but
splattered along the Yellow Brick Road.
(Non bene pro Toto libertas venditur auro).