the Rabbit Hole

Let’s take a journey,you and I; down the rabbit hole.

Let’s start when I was just a wee teen;

Old age will be our goal.

First,you go blind; as we fall.

So doctors give you a pill.

Like the ones that mother gives you…Don’t do anything at all.

We fall farther still,begin to shake,no longer feel our feet.

We meet hooka-smoking caterpillar,his smoke gives us a call.

“Join Me”. So we do,and many a friend we meet.

When you go chasing rabbits;but it’s really the dragon you chase;

The rabbit hole grows deeper!

In our twenties now;too many mushrooms, IVs, nerve pain in face.

Docs say;”generic drugs are cheaper!”

Begin to loss your place. In time. In space.

There are patients on the chessboard,telling you where to go!

Their deaths are easy-bah! we say-“try the rabbit hole”

Too many cures for this disease,my mind is moving slow.

Go ask Doctor Alice. I think she’ll know.

Now logic and proportion;have fallen sloppy dead

And If you have not figured it out…the hole is M.S.

the Rabbit is the cure. And the red queen long ago chopped off my head.

The red queen’s my shrink.white knight;my neurologist;the man to impress.

Farther and farther.On new pill-‘abagio’

causes hair loss,a bunch of other shit too.

Maybe the dormouse is way down below.

Now in my thirties,a mother; no time to feel blue…

For remember….what the doctors said…

feed your head

feed your head

fin

 

 

 

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