Click Thrice and There

There’s no place like

home.

It is true.

There isn’t one,

nope, nosiree,

not a single place like

home.

How could such a place exist, when

home

was never a place

that you ever

really knew?

Well, maybe not you, exactly.

Hell, maybe you know

exactly where

that place like no other exists,

and that’s great!

I think, for me, it must be

over the rainbow,

somewhere.

But…

how do I get there?

Dorothy, for the love of Oz,

that perpetually perplexed bitch

(it’s okay, I’m a friend of hers)

only had to

Click… Click…

Click,

those ruby red heels together

(thrice!)

and one Technicolor

head trauma later,

she’s

home,

in Kansas,

plain

as black and white.

So maybe to find

home…

I just… need…

I just need to…

oh! something just won’t…

Click!

Of course!

And thrice shmice,

Once on my browser

will take me to…

Homepage.

“Okay Google, where is

home?”

And only twenty…

…trillion seven hundred sixty billion results.

Scanning quickly…

Home Alone.

Home Alone II.

ET phone…?

(Maybe I oughta’ refresh….)

Click…

Click…

Click…

(That witch had it right,

thrice, at least! She’s good.)

And I’m off to see

some wizard -

ultimately, probably

some “very bad wizard.”

(This has “Jeeves” written all over it…)

Click after click sends me

barreling down the

information superhighway -

my yellow brick road

is paved with pixels.

It’s been hours…

I’m in in a twist, er, I feel

closer and closer to

nowhere.

and damn - there’s no place like it.