"blunderland" poems
*Time to hand the deck back
Before Alice in Wonderland
Becomes Malice in Blunderland
The looking glass cracks
And there's no passage back.*
Sat at Life's table
Night after Night goes aRound
And you're Unable to leave.
Coulda drawn the Ace
But got sidetracked by the Joker
With your Inability
to pass up possibility
And it Leaves you looking in the mirror
At this fool that you see
The fool that you are
As you fall so easily
For this game
Who's only aim
Is to breed
losers to please
Those who have already won
With ease
Been Established for centuries
And now you're indebted
to this Society.
It Leaves you
Staring At the innocent face
You strive to disgrace
Even though it hurts you
And The sincerity
aids in your
Despair at he
That puts Gold before Good
Though it makes sense
Alphabetically
He who wages happiness
On the back of money
Will eventually sight
Looking glass Or not
That the price is not right.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
Now Alice was a very nice girl
even if she had a thing about rabbets
well breed like one
she stood tall, very proud,
on her own two feet, with slitty web toes
which stuck out to the side
she never would become a dancer
now her hair was curly but jet black
which fell over her shoulders
her skin alabaster white
her lips cherry red but thin
and strange but nice sticky out ears
which at times made her look like a fairy
if for would rain like man thunderstorm
ooO
and she like black rabbits
So that's my
Alice in Blunderland.
Alice sat down lent on a tree
pulled a book, from her gold and silver pocket book
began to read, but as she did would hum
the heat of the day did take its toll
her mind slipped back and fell down the rabbet hole
and as she did saw signs of the times pop up
her eye did blink, did I say, brighter than the blue sea
or the stars that twinkle on a starlight Coal bout sea.
Her dress bloomed up she drifted for the rest of the fall
in the meantime her lip turned blue full stop. period.
and like all girls became in a bad mood
and the story ends for the common man
as we know there nothing we can do, not even if you give up your arm
the king would not be pleased
at that, all the pink storks fell off there legs, fell and began to snore.
a sleep, now you know why!
Alice did I say
you looksiblime
with all your curls
that seams to curves your shoulders
and I just love them sticky out ears
pixy it up Mamrm.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 1:04 PM UTC
A welcome, a welcome
that wasn't skillfully planned
I welcome you to Blunderland
Mistakes, mistakes
not in short supply
with consequences
and hopes you won't die
"Off with you head,"
the Blunder Queen said
while you run
each step becomes a mile
Hurry, hurry
you need to see Cheshire's smile
Searching for the 'pillar's winding smoke
Running around
before the white rabbit smoke
It's time, time
The escape has come to an end
You can't leave from Blunderland
You cross the ocean
filled by the drop of a tear
and I want you to know
we're all mad here.
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 9:17 PM UTC