Hatters Poems - Poems about Hatters

There was much chatter about the new mad hatter He is madder than the other, said my sister and brother I want to meet him, I told them, intrigued by the new him. He was a bit crazier than expected, nutty as suspected, on a whim. How else would he have met the council’s approval? I said. He was upside...

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Remain receptive and objective Though environment spins crazy Twisting and insisting subjective Attempting to drive away Daisy To coerce you to surrender To wills and seals bent On nurturing and culturing agenda You feel reel Hell sent Messages within passages manipulated Slanted, blunted, hunted and diluted In intermediate steps undulated Serrated, berated, denigrated and rated To dilute the image stalkers select Within the ambit of malice Meant to...

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Lost dreams, sad songs and pain There’s always payback And it’s usually not pretty One person hears a dissonant chord another hears a melodic ditty It’s about trust… And total devotion Of cold water’s metallic taste Utterly futility…the rushing about The more you chase time The more time you waste Killing time Until time Kills you You’re lost or merely mislaid With nothing left To hold onto Make the wind...

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Madness, the Mad Hatter blinks. Madness, Oz's link. Repercussions of concussions. Madness was Portnoy's Complaint*, Madness must reciprocate! Hallucinations filter by Leary* winks at Dali's eye. A house lands on the wicked witches thighs. Chicken Little wanders by. "Madness," Hitler's honcho’s sneer. Madness splices genes with fear. "Lobotomize!" becomes the cheer. Kellogg’s* enema's find waiting rears. "Are you the ass? Or...

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Madness, the Hatter blinks. Madness, Oz's link. Repercussions of concussions. Madness was Portnoy's complaint**, Madness must reciprocate! Hallucinations filter by.... Leary* winks at Dali's eye. A house lands on Dorothy's thighs... Chicken Little wanders by. "Madness," Hitler's honcho’s sneer. Madness splices genes with fear. "Lobotomize!" becomes the cheer. Kellogg’s* enema's find waiting rears. "Are you the ass? Or is it me?...

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