All I wanted
were those ruby shoes
and the magic in them
for me to use
But that little brat,
named Dory, Dotty, or something
or another
melted me,
then the 4 of them
celebrated with eachother
Straw brains, Scare-dy cat, and
Un-Loving can of soup,
and now I'm here
Reduced to a small black puddle,
while my monkeys scoop me up
with a bucket, shovel.
Life for the Wicked is fun,
but all it takes is a drop of water,
till somebody gets melted.

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