kilter blink
the edges don’t match up today
no string to pull me through the fray
bleak clouds twist twisting in long links
suds drip dripping from my sink
keep dripping downward in my sink
the center’s scuttling away
old blue canoe begins to sway
my skates keep sliding off the rink
my ducks all teeter on the brink
teeter totter on the brink
inside my music’s in a haze
my downbeat tilts in disarray
all rhythm’s drumming out of sync
my silver bells no longer clink
tarnished bells forget their clink
sky’s turning 50 shades of gray
my Queen of Hearts lost at croquet
that Cheshire Cat can’t wink or blink
and mad March Hare won’t share his drink
March Hare won’t even share one drink
loose soil beneath me slips away
world’s changed to 60 shades of gray
fat Cheshire Cat begins to shrink
damn suds keep dripping from my sink
gray suds drip drip dripping down my sink
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