The Churchwoman
The yellow brick road was always just painted stones, not gold.
Someone painted it, and now they´re dead tired.
And the good witch,
tinsel nose and silk fingers,
always leads to the nasty old woman—
pocked nose and greedy muggers—
who insists that Goodness deserves special protection,
so she commands everyone to keep calling things gold.
And after she finally dies, you stretch yourself up,
tinsel fingers and silk nose,
dead tired and disappointed,
barking about the good old world,
when people understood what gold was.