“alice, drink the potion”
they said,
“we all think
you’re a little mad.”
oh, but truly,
can’t you see?
in most cases
madness is the key.
why be fragile?
don’t collapse,
rather take some
of my stash.
hidden goods,
with you i’ll share,
just to show,
i really care.
underground,
to Wonderland,
darlin’ now, come,
take my hand.
we’ll tap-dance
from outta here,
“stop resisting!”,
they’re too near.
you’re almost there,
but then you crack,
(“was it too much?”)
they lock you up
like a maniac.
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 3:15 PM UTC
“alice, drink the potion”
they said,
“we all think
you’re a little mad.”
oh, but truly,
can’t you see?
in most cases
madness is the key.
why be fragile?
don’t collapse,
rather take some
of my stash.
hidden goods,
with you i’ll share,
just to show,
i really care.
underground,
to Wonderland,
darlin’ now, come,
take my hand.
we’ll tap-dance
from outta here,
“stop resisting!”,
they’re too near.
you’re almost there,
but then you crack,
(“was it too much?”)
they lock you up
like a maniac.
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