A clockwork OZ
So there I was, your humble narrator, with his smashed up house lying on some old bag with some real nice ruby slippers. I figured I could cop them and have a nice evening at the milk bar.
But, no all these little people have to run over and ask, am I a good witch or a bad witch. Not that I wouldn’t mind giving a few of the midget madams some of the old in and out, but I was needing to get with me dreugs for some mad capers later.
I was just about to unleash some of the old Ultra-Violence when some floating femme told me to “follow the yellow brick road.”
That was all fine and well but then the little people start singing and all, it wasn’t bad but I really could have used some of the old Ludwig Van.
So now your humble narrator is off to see the Wizard so I’ll either be sent home or he’ll be in for a little of the old Ultra-Violence, that will give him a horse of a different color.