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 !!!!