Was Alice Mad?

Was Alice mad?

Or simply bad?

Did she fall this way?

Or that-a-way?

Or did she fall down down

Down

All the way up

The sloping fall of her mind?

Growing small then large

Never the same for long

"We're all mad here"

Who was all there?

To be mad?

For Alice was alone

In her world of nonsense

With only her madness to entertain her

Watched by a purple cat

Covered with invisible fur

She lost her head (she did truly lose her mind,

In the end, didn't she)

While people painted the roses red

All her friends were a reflection of

Her shattered mind

Especially the little white rabbit

With perfect little white gloves.

And a waistcoat and clock

Always late

Too late

To save her broken mind