Into the Rabbit Hole, Alice
You’re a curious thing,
With pink and yellow polka dots and
Stripes of grey,
The ocean is your home but it rises
above you, how pelicular.
To stand alone in a crowded room,
Not even the elephants notice you.
Fish teeth and snakes for hair,
They pick on you.
Bond by the weight of an empty box,
You decide to heave.
Lines and lines forsake your mind,
And the walls are quite high,
Before the next morning there is
Nothing left.
So follow me into the rabbit hole, Alice.
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