My Plea of Sanity

Dear Hatter, Mad Hatter

How does one keep their head from such shatter?

So lost, I’m lost

In a world made of tatter.

Dear Hatter, Mad Hatter

How will I survive from such batter?

So lost, I’m lost.

If the world is my hat, Dear Hatter

How do I keep from becoming you?

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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