Scarecrow, Strawman,
Where is your brain,
Dorothy is lost,
She needs you again
Where is the yellow brick road?
evreywhere I look
People turn into flying monkeys
tin man is rusted,
toto is chasing his own tale
Lion hides underneth the weight of his courage,
The wicked witch of the westside is getting laid,
The wizard is on vacation
dorothy wrapped up in her own braids
Gagged and bound
keeps clicking those red slippers
But home cannot be found,
and where is the yellow brick road?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem