A poem from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, written in the shape of a mouse's curly tail.

Fury said to a mouse, That he met in the house,
"Let us both go to law: I will prosecute YOU.
Come, I'll take no denial; We must have a trial:
For really this morning I've nothing to do."
Said the mouse to the cur, "Such a trial, dear Sir,
With no jury or judge, would be wasting our breath."
"I'll be judge, I'll be jury," Said cunning old Fury:
"I'll try the whole cause, and condemn you to death."

Mewed a cat to a rat which he saw on the mat,
"Join me up for a game where I'll sue YOU in court.
Go on! Just this once; Will you give it a chance?
It's dull, dull, duuuuuuull. God! I'm terribly bored!"
Told the rat to our kitty, "Oh, this ain't just, sweety;
There's no joined board, man, or arbiter nigh!"
"I'll be all of these, hon," Vowed Siamese,
"I'll rule 'Guilty as charged', hon, and send you to fry!"

A poem by Sylvia Plath from 1963.

Sylvia Plath
Words

Axes
After whose stroke the wood rings,
And the echoes!
Echoes traveling
Off from the center like horses.

The sap
Wells like tears, like the
Water striving
To re-establish its mirror
Over the rock

That drops and turns,
A white skull,
Eaten by weedy greens.
Years later I
Encounter them on the road-------

Words dry and riderless,
The indefatigable hoof-taps.
While
From the bottom of the pool, fixed stars
Govern a life.

Mey K.
Anagrams

Hatchets
Which force the tree to shriek
When severed,
Cries of terror follow, exit its heart
As a herd of stallions loose.

The tree's blood flows
As if wept, tries to
Stay forever well-stored:
A lake bound in a cliff

That rolls,
The rotting, horrid, expired skeleton.
Eons pass,
They reveal to me on the path-------

'Grams - arid, deserted,
The stomping work untired.
When
Heavenly bodies, twinkling over the abyss,
Regard, father us.

Temple of the Dog
Wooden Jesus

Wooden Jesus where are you from
Korea or Canada or maybe Taiwan
I didn't know it was the Holy Land
But I believed from the minute the check left my hand

Porcelain Mary her majesties pure
Looking for virgin territory
Coat hanger halos don't come cheap
From television shepherds with living room sheep

And I pray: Can I be saved?
I spent all my money on a future grave
Wooden Jesus I'll cut you in
On twenty percent of my future sin

Pup's Infancy
Dead Hickory Jew

What's your origin, dead hickory jew?
Naples? Minsk? Toronto? Peru?
Israel?! I really had no idea!
I'm rejuvenated now. Want the usual fee?

The holy mother, who never tasted semen,
Searched for similarly innocent women.
Opportunity for holiness cost her a womb -
Preach ninny revivalists on the tube.

Redeem me, benevolent god!
My fortune's gone on a burial plot.
Dead hickory jew, let me give you a part
of times to come... if I'm caught off guard.

A verse-by verse anagram of a song by Temple of the Dog.

Hunger Strike

I don't mind stealing bread
From the mouths of decadence
But I can't feed on the powerless
When my cup's already overfilled

But it's on the table, the fire is cooking
And they're farming babies while the slaves are working
The blood is on the table and their mouths are choking
But I'm growing hungry

Urgent Shriek

I can't leave two flawed plums
For goddamn defects (feeble scum!)
Yet the poor are so much thinner...
Do I badly need this dinner?

Now lunch is here: rhubarb, butter (broil heating);
Full kids get fatter when thin lackey-boys get beatings
Sad, I see them drinking, I hear them eating
Booo-hooo... How I'm starving!

A verse-by-verse anagram of a song.

K's Choice
Everything for Free

I don't know who you are
But you seem very nice
So will you talk to me
Shall I tell you a story
Shall I tell you a dream
They think I'm crazy
But they don't know that I like it here
It's nice in here, I get everything for free

Have you been here before
Shall I show you around
It's very pretty
Have you come here to stay
Well, you sure picked a day
My name is Billy
It's my birthday, you're invited to my party down the hall

I'm not troubled or sad
I'm just ready for bed
It's been a long day
Before they switch off the lights
It truly was a delight
They think I'm crazy
But they don't know that I like it here
It's nice in here
Where I go, what I'll become or who I am or what I'll be
I'll never know, but I am sure that I'll get everything for free.

The Fresh Rock
Give No Fee, I Cry

Hey, you!
You're... you're not very familiar,
But I like you.
Want to chat a little?
Hear songs? Nightmares?
Me? I am NOT a nutty, berserk schizoid,
Yet I live in this dull, wet cell.
Why the hell not?
I don't work here;
Yet... I feel kooky.

Are you new here?
Don't worry, I'll be your tutor.
See the hospital?
Beautiful... vivid, ha?
You moved in?! Heyyyy, why didn't you say?
Call me Sammy Sebalsky.
I'm three today;
Happy celebration's over there.

What?
I'm ill? I feel sick? I suffer?
Ohh jeez... don't you worry, honey.
There is nothing wrong with me at all.
Well, alright... I'm a *bit* tired.
Night-time! It's going to be dark
It was a thrill to talk
Bye-bye, buddy,
And trust me:
Identity, whereabouts, vocation -
Hell, they're ineffective here,
Where the rubberroom folks chat.

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