Go Ask Alice
Go ask Alice in her padded cell
how she took a tumble and fell
down a rabbit hole of illusion
now don’s a straight-jacket of confusion.
Go ask Alice with her veins full of Lithium
how she surrendered to her delirium
of smoking caterpillars and a grinning feline
and is now attached to an Intravenous mainline.
Go ask Alice about her sanity
how it vanished in this asylum of rhapsody
in a fog that is translucent and hypnotic
in her Wonderland of painted narcotics.
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