Feb 12, 2010 23:05
Curiouser and curiouser little Alice.
A grin on the cat, a card in the hat.
An eye for an eye, full of malice.
Is it the fun or is it the fact?
Color against black, drawn in the sky
I am who you are but I'm not shy.
You may think you know but in fact,
you cannot know what knows not the cat.
Does it need a purpose? I think not.
I'm quite happy, being distraught.
So I rid myself of this weirdness,
And move on to things of more queerness.