Alice, oh Alice, just what has she done? I saw the white rabbit, but where has she gone? That damn Cheshire cat has convinced her to change; now the chatter amongst the flowers, is polluted and strange. She’s stolen the walrus and the carpenter’s work shoes; laced the tea with mushrooms and now mad hatter sings the blues. She pushed humpty dumpty off the wall as a joke and laughed and pointed as he lost all his yoke. She dyed her dress red with stolen roses to mock the red queen and only her purple aviators know where she’s been. Under the bridge her and the Cheshire, chase the jabberwok. Our dear Alice isn’t lost, she’s belligerent, she’s fucking tossed. Toe up on the train, sweating in the rain and when the sun comes up she shivers in pain. Alice and the Cheshire are hooked on cupcakes and pills; last night they painted the white knight black just for thrills. In their wake I follow, watching their downfall is hard to swallow; what I fear most is she’ll see no tomorrow. They’ve left a trail littered with small piles of empty vials which lead to the caterpillar whom they owe three thousand dollars. I tried to save Alice but it seems I am late; for the red queen has caught her, now her heads on a plate.