Dorothy, Come Home

You can't save his name on an account.
Legislation abounds and is triumphant!
The fear of checks bouncing
Is too real; too numbing to let you move
What is it that can soothe
The empty, dark hole within?

Where is Toto?
Auntie Em is lost in the wind
The Lion crouches in fear,
And the brain fell out the Scarecrow.
Only the Tin Man has a heart
That is beating so hard... it may burst forth
In floods of blood, sweat, and a sea of tears.
Dorothy, come home, please.