Charlie F. Kane
Following The White Rabbit - Poem by Charlie F. Kane
If you don’t know which of the pills take-
Go and ask Alice, because she’s tasted them all
And she has gone down into the rabbit-hole.
The pretty pills all in a row,
Any colour you like,
They all take you to the rabbit-hole.
Take any flavour you want
Till you see the rabbit
And you chase him down
The hole is full of teeth-
Sharp and ready
So you better not get
Because you never know what it
Does to you.
Those pills make you crazy
And drown all,
Don’t let Mother see you take them
As you know she takes them too.
Got to keep on running away
Because Charlie’s in the rabbit-hole
And he’s coming after you.
Those pills can make you fly
And they can make you swim
Breathing- out, in.
Take the time the pain is near
And the pills take away all that pretty hair
And it makes no sense why they do this to you
You haven’t been here before
And no one told you how to climb
And no one told you not
To mess around in Wonderland
Or else you’ll never see the rabbit-hole again.
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