Dangerland Catcherman Poem by Princess LilyPad

When I tumbled sprat and fat down the hole,
Like Alice did and done changed her soul,
I glimpsed the funniest world anyone could know.
I couldn’t fathom the cost, someone somewhere whispered, my son's name...
“cole..”

I saw funny people and sideways beasts,
I looked into mirrors that laid out fat liquored feasts.
For me? For me? A shining man held out treasures in fists
Yes, this and this and this, the word no don’t exist.

Ahhh, fall backward into green clouds breathing pink,
The way the ringmaster rang out from within his rink,
Sounded like escape, but really brought maidens to brinks.
And so then Kings, Queens, Pages and Pawns all sink,
I see and use them all, for everyday, for everything.

Mired down a mirrored column, times a tearful million
All I smell is a mile of hope that turns into stillborn billions.
Thousands of pictures of herself, one third a willful sinner,
One could be your cronie, your dummy, your doll, your hero winner.

But tis no more the outstretched fist
Drunken are we only now on whimsical hopes and wist
Lots of no's and twisting all the lasses dreams insist,
princely they appear like a slipper of glass to maim and twist.

Catch me, catcherman, unknown as I bramble down the glass.
Catch me caterpillar, the worlds flashin by me - fallin fast.
The Pupae now is filled and fattened with puss,
No butterfly forth, no changing evermore I can trust.