A Mad Tea Party Gone Awry

Over there, I see a party, let’s join!

Beneath the green tree and the fallen leaves,

Guests gather and swarm the dinner table.

Leaving no trace of any tasty food

Was a struggle to eat all the sweets there

I see guests wearing green brocade and silk,

Beckoning us to come and talk to them

I talk about the past and present now

Are in the here in now and nowhere else

Come my child, let’s talk about the good times.

The Host of the party arrives and points.

He points at a knob with a golden door.

Leaving the party, I open the door.

Reality strikes me like a clay block.

My feet collapse beneath me and I cry.

This was no party at all; no glamour

The mad tea party has been replaced with

A dark corridor full of mad patients.

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