A Madman's Sonnet

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. 

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