If Alice fell down once and went insane,
then I must be the Hatter, quite absurd.
If rabbit holes could turn one's thoughts inane,
my life must be a burrow, so I've heard.
i once thought madness was externally
displayed and never only in the mind.
But recently I've noticed that I seem
to hide my madness, never bona fide.
There never was a cure, they said to me,
so down I went right down the rabbit hole.
I joined that Hatter's table set for tea,
mans graciously then passed the sugar bowl.
By now the decades wear off easily,
for Alice will arrive to set us free.