Conversations with the Caterpillar

Whooo areee youuu?

Mr. Caterpillar takes

a smooth, long drag

His breath spirals

I can nearly see

the words

the smoke hits my face

I cough, realizing

I don’t know anymore.

He takes a drag, amused

“Tell us a story,

I know you’re not boring”

the smoke hits my face

A cough strangles my throat

but my eyes fill with love,

or lust

Hard to tell these days…

Oh, but I like it hard

I like Mr. Caterpillar

He knows what I don’t

The smoke hits my face again

Whoooo are youuuu?

I start to cough

“I hardly know, sir

Thought I knew when

I got up this morning

but I’ve changed

several times since,”

How can you say that?

He looks at me,

annoyed

Let me tell you

You aren’t anything at all,

a Humbug!

You masquerade

as a beautiful girl

Come, beautiful girl

come away with me

try this mushroom,

if you like

grow tall with me…

If you take this mushroom,

I’ll like you indeed

How I want him to like me!

I want to appease

He blows smoke in my face again

Oh, Mr. Caterpillar

I don’t feel so right

My head’s feeling dizzy

my feet are out of sight!

That smoke,

it makes me ill!

I’m feeling a fright

This technicolor wonderland

I’m not too fond of

anymore

Take me back to the days

when the air was

clear to breathe

but he only laughs at me.

Mr. Caterpillar,

You abuse me,

I don’t like you

anymore.

But it’s too late,

the mushrooms been ate

The smoke’s in my lungs

I’ll never be the same.