How fun it would be
To fall down a hole into a far away place,
Full of creatures unknown,
Stories untold,
A universe away from the human race.
How fun it would be
To be able to think all day.
Mad as a hatter,
Crooked as a caterpillar,
With no one to feed your head except
The whispering winds around you.
Oh Alice, dear Alice,
How I do envy you.
Up here, surrounded by malice
Violence, and ever-vacuous people.
Every day we feed our heads with
The words of crooked politicians
And mindless, uncivil movements.
Oh Alice, dear Alice,
This world's time is ticking closer
To the end.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 10:58 PM UTC
How fun it would be
To fall down a hole into a far away place,
Full of creatures unknown,
Stories untold,
A universe away from the human race.
How fun it would be
To be able to think all day.
Mad as a hatter,
Crooked as a caterpillar,
With no one to feed your head except
The whispering winds around you.
Oh Alice, dear Alice,
How I do envy you.
Up here, surrounded by malice
Violence, and ever-vacuous people.
Every day we feed our heads with
The words of crooked politicians
And mindless, uncivil movements.
Oh Alice, dear Alice,
This world's time is ticking closer
To the end.
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