Off With His Head
Tonight, I woke up screaming.
I woke up screaming your name.
Alas, I wasn't dreaming.
Another toy in your game.
It's a game you play so well,
The Red Queen of broken hearts.
Down the rabbit hole I fell,
The Mad Hatter from the start.
Tweedledee and Tweedledum,
This dual role that I once led.
A beguiled referendum,
Until the axe took my head.
Now I'm lost in Wonderland,
No Cheshire Cat grin for me.
This fate I can't understand.
What cure for such misery?
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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