I get a picture
Of eerie humans,
Who sprout wings
And fly from structures
That dangle on strings,
While I’m held amongst
These devil like monks…
In this diabolic-fest,
My head brims
Of demonic pests,
So tell of it now
Before I digress,
And while I still feel
In a mind so tattered
It’s beginning to reel,
All of which speaks
Of a very mad hatter…
Tho but a picture
As would a bad dream,
Would that I rather
Insane not be deemed,
For said picture depicts
One of Satan’s malefic tricks!