Saturday, 19 August 2017

Bitch, I'm madder than Alice.

February 17
Bitch, I'm madder than Alice.
Didn't drink but spilled instead the Holy Chalice.
Took the Spear, stayed the beast, surrendered my malice.
The cat kept grinning and the turtle kept racing.
The jabberwocky behind me no matter where I was facing.
Trying to find the right bottle, constantly pacing
In front of the door, that not even tears would unlock.
The stars aligned, the roses red, I just had to knock.
The hatter answered, gave me a dream.
Fell back up the rabbit hole. Or so it seemed.
Had I woken up? Or fallen back asleep.
I pray the Queen my head to keep.
Who are you, the butterfly asked.
To find both answers I was tasked.
I wandered far, in fields of daisy.
Bitch I told you, I'm fucking crazy.

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