Thursday, May 3, 2012

Them Mad Hatters

Reasonable wheels go round and round, see?
But you are not reasonable. To be
Is a hard task, whatever they say
Where they bask in the sun, where they do play
With time as though it were loose silver, change!
Though the change required for your sanity
Is perhaps to much in silver. O, free
Your mind from quarrels of the inner bee
That doth nothing more than sting, poison, pierces
Your skin over and over again; his
Reason is oval, and does not stand up,
Like a volcano ready to  erupt!
Yet looking deeper still I see, madness
Is just a foreign reasonableness.

                        Them Mad Hatters, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012

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