Poem
The other side of tripping must be Wonderland
For those on drugs and schizophrenics
I myself never want to take the time to understand
The mind altering substances and its physics
Clearly I'm on the wrong side of the mirror
When I'm around these individuals at home
I wished that the incoherence would be clearer
Obviously I am the fool because I don't speak in code
Puzzles to piece together and there's no time
Random patterns and sentences that make nonsense
Oh Lewis Carroll tell me Alice will be just fine
Because this world of tripping won't say, "when"
When will the March Hare stop speaking in riddles
Why is the White Rabbit turning into the white elephant
She writes letters and the other speaks like a demented fiddle
The other side of tripping must be Wonderland
Where the insane makes complete and utter sense
And the Queen of Hears always has a knife in her hand
Ready to attack without warning in her Kingdom's defense