What Kind of Rabbit Hole Is This
I flow in corners of my not so expensive mind
Coming apart at the seams
ragged edges laughing at my consternation
My muse stuffs me into an envelope
It is not scented, strangely enough
I wish it was lavender or cinnamon
for I am in my full flat out Mad Hatter mood
Soiled ideas with peanut butter eyes
A truth that will be gone in a few minutes
I pick up a darning needle and try to sew things back
As I sew the hole gets bigger and bigger
Of course it would be opposite day
What kind of a rabbit hole did I fall into anyway?
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