I felt an anxiety attack approach,
as I was perched on my mushroom.
So I reached for my anti-foreboding dope,
with my hookah ready to consume.
As I inhaled the first hit on my fungal chair,
I felt the unease dissipate.
As a large smoke ring went into the air,
all stress seemed to disintegrate.
Lo and behold to my surprise,
I saw the white rabbit leave my domain in a panic.
What followed him I could not believe my eyes,
a girl chasing him, crazed and frantic.
I caught her attention,
as the rabbit made a liberating flee.
She stopped at the foot of my mushroom,
clueless and carefree.
The absolute nerve of this child!
halting my self-medicating fog!
She would not be ignored.
So I asked her who she was.
She told me she had no notion,
but knew who she was prior.
because she changed after sipping a potion,
causing her height to expire.
She said I would feel the same,
once I escaped my chrysalis.
When I get my wings,
my identity will fall into a proverbial precipice.
I told her not at all,
I knew this for a fact
My form will not change my conscience,
it will stay intact.
She got boiling mad at my response,
I expressed her temper was unnecessary.
I went back to smoking with an air of nonchalance,
keeping my demeanor arbitrary.
I used her for my amusement;
as she recited a poem she maimed in half.
I smoked out her nuisance.
blowing passive-aggressive rings,
with each paragraph.
The visit was cut short
when she insulted my size.
As I walked away
I left her with some good advice.
I told her to eat a mushroom
to get back to her height.
Then I left with a bruised ego,
clutching my hookah pipe.
"Who are you?" - Smoking Caterpillar
“I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present—at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.” - Alice