Just as Alice, she fell into the alluring hole
Just as Alice, she fell
But didn’t really fall
Just as Alice, things flew past her
But not Alice things
No, these things were evil, mean
These pictures, these playing cards, these painted roses, these clocks
These monsters of mind were her foes not friends
They taunt and tease
and bruise
and scream
Unlike her when Alice came back no time had passed
But with her
years went by
Each mirror showed age
Each clock painted years
Each passing day she grew
She grew crazy,
Scary,
Mad
But thank God,
We’re all
MAD HERE
