I have but one fear,
The witty, striped, Cheshire cat.
His many teeth frighten .
He becomes still air.
I want to weep all night long.
Go away foul cat.
His smile still lingers.
As does his laughing, fading.
Why must you taunt me?
The taunting won't end.
I tear my ears out, oh oww.
I'm turning it off.
Jun 27, 2010
Jun 27, 2010 at 2:18 PM UTC
I have but one fear,
The witty, striped, Cheshire cat.
His many teeth frighten .
He becomes still air.
I want to weep all night long.
Go away foul cat.
His smile still lingers.
As does his laughing, fading.
Why must you taunt me?
The taunting won't end.
I tear my ears out, oh oww.
I'm turning it off.
Thank you to my love, Michael McGrath.
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