Rambling Mad
Madder then the mad hatter
wearing a black bandanna,
the word spinning
head scrambling
lyrical attacker,
taking your words
and pinning them to the wall with a dagger,
head so spun
you stumble and stagger,
two feet set
but struggling to climb the ladder,
take a draw from the pipe
then call the smoking caterpillar,
because it’s better to chase the rabbit
then the dragon,
Your crumbling slow demise
as the wheels fall of the wagon,
body so young
but the skin is full of aging,
Pickpocketing your beauty
like the artful dodger and Fagin.
Now You may think I’m mad,
and the waters I tread are a murky,
but there’s a man over there called Benji
and he’s a talking to a turkey !!!!
Copyright © Sam Russell | Year Posted 2023
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