I followed the yellow brick road to see the see the wizard of oz.
A man well learnt of things we don't know, and I asked him, 'what is love?'
'Does it come from above? Or tremble deep below?
Does it truly matter what good a man does, Or are we soul mates set in stone?'.
He laughed out loud, and shook his head at me,
His cheeks began to glow. 'Humans are so manipulable,'
Or so the story goes.
"We will never be one and the same, as every bee must buzz.
Nonetheless, you confuse the world, and prioritize this 'love'."
'Poppycock.', a brief reply, one with little thought,
Thought again as the magic man grew larger than the walls.
The roof above us was caving in, and the floor began to rumble.
He said, 'Learn for yourself, before you state an opinion'
And that's when I started to tumble.
I dropped through a sky of sepia tone, dodging clouds of oil rain,
I started to hear a distant trombone, and then feel a whole world pain.
The instruments blared, except there was no orchestra,
'What has that mad man done to my head?'
To my shock answered a small Echidna.
'Just a concussion,' he said.
' The man up above wants to teach you of love,
So he sent you here to learn.
Here is a seed, you must grow a Queen,
And keep her tall and firm.
Should you taste her fruit the passing sun,
Will surely make you burn.
Keep this creature safe and strong,
And your lesson shall be learned.'
I took the seed within my fingers and planted it in the soil.
Removed my shirt and pitched a tent, to protect it from the oil.
For 80 days, and 80 nights the passing sun kept me alive,
And fresh streams spouted left and right to make sure I would survive.
But as time went on, my hunger grew and so did her Majesty's fruit,
Sweet, soft skin I recognized and something fairly new.
A blacked fruit, triangular in shape, had temptation in its aura.
It smelled of nostalgic memories, and ideas I'd never thought of.
And for 80 days, and 80 nights she read me to sleep with poetry,
Freedom tales of fish in flight, and each night I fell asleep hungry,
I woke on the 81st day and stood to greet my queen,
Before noticing all around me the entire world had turned green.
The wizard of oz appeared to my side,
He said, 'You've resisted your hunger well,
And of that I am impressed,
You've waited so many patient days,
Today you are allowed to test,'
He gestured towards the mysterious fruit,
And I could not help but linger.
'Eat it?' I puzzled,
'Yes', he replied,
It really could not have been simpler.
'I shan't', I think' was all I managed,
As I took one last, fresh, drink,
'I nurtured this seed, from princess to queen,'
And the man began to shrink,
'I sat and watched over her everyday, and fought off giant bugs.
She cared for me in every way, as thanks for what I'd done,
But I could never eat her fruit, although my stomach wields knives,
Love is to allow others to grow, despite the apple of your eye.'
The oil rained backwards, and the sun fell down,
As the scene began to fade,
And he took my queen away.
'Your lesson is learned, you now may leave. '
And not a word was said in reply,
As I walked yellow brick roads with the memory,
Of 80 days and 80 nights.
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