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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 © | Year Posted 2023

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Mccann Avatar
April 14, 2023 at 12:26 AM
Very cleverly done! Nice entertainment for me, p'haps not for you? Elizabeth
Freie Avatar
April 14, 2023 at 12:32 AM
Thanks Elizabeth, this Mad Hatter hasn't lost his head for many years now. I'm too old to play games.
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