A hot mess of madness.
A world full of strangeness.
Where teapots and madmen sing,
Of beautiful and bizarre things.
Mad Hatter’s Tea Party it’s called,
A spectacle where norms are simply stalled.
A place where insanity is the sanity,
A true satire of humanity.
In murdered time we play and stray,
Chasing fleeting moments day by day,
Whether it be the Mad Hatter or Alice,
We are all hoping to flee time’s malice.
It is in life’s grand play where we all dwell,
So friend, sip your tea, and ponder well.
Find that within the twisted tale of time and sense,
We are all actors and everything is pretense.
If you yearn to be part of this madness,
And sing songs of surreal strangeness,
Then come friend, come join the revelry,
Lose yourself in the chaotic absurdity.
The world is a crazy, crazy place,
Sometimes full of folly and sometimes grace.
A wild, wack tea party is a small matter,
‘Cause who are we all, if not mad as a hatter?
~ mad as a hatter
6th August, 2024
