Sledge hammer suavity; chiseled charm
Handles her eggshell ego with care
Never intending to cause any harm
Too many friendships broken out there
Dreams shatter where hearts are centered
The axe falls to the grain of the wood
Even reality gets splintered
And sharpened slivers draw the blood
The balancing act hard to perfect
Like Humpty Dumpty on the fence
Between the politically incorrect
And naïve honesty of innocence
Discretion can save life and purse
But only when it is practiced
Like lines of love so well rehearsed
They even fool the actress
White knights on chargers are so few
And far between this modern day
No heart tin men may have to do
Or cowardly lions that pass her way
While we’re on the road to Oz
I’ll sing the scarecrow’s bright refrain
I know that I’d be dangerous
If I only had a brain
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