Poetry | Humor | Lunacy

Escape to Reality

Rabbit Man reenters his old life with The Lunatic Poet

Photo by Willem Chan on Unsplash

Tick tock,
Tick tock
It’s almost time
to destroy the
clock.

The Mad Hatter
is at it again,
his wild tea parties
are such a scam.

I broke free
once I became Rabbit Man,
running back to reality
to come up with
a new plan.

The clock struck midnight
and I knew it had to end,
needing to get away from The Hatter
and make a new friend.

The streets of London
at night are quite creepy,
that’s where I found The Lunatic Poet
laid out on a bench,
drunk and very sleepy.

I smashed the empty bottle
careful not to hit him with glass,
The Lunatic woke
and fell unto a patch of grass.