Slam Poetry

Welcome To My Tea Party

Welcome.
Take a seat.
Join the table.
Input in the conversation.
Today,
The topic is your world.

Oh, you dont understand.
That's all right.
Let me shed some light.

The person to your left.
He looks normal.
Right?
Wrong.
He's a sociopath.
One of the worst kinds too.
He'll make you love him.
While he hates you.

On your other side,
Sits someone like you.
She can't see.
And doesn't like food.
Don't speak to her.
Or she'll get you to too.

Across the table is someone new.
Hum.
Just like you.
He however smiles.
Unlike you.
He's the happiest boy here.
Which is very big.
Normally we change the image of people like him,
To just paper and skin.

Now you,
I don't have a story for you yet.
But from what I can tell,
You lack most respects.
You're a master of all trades.
Which is better than none.
I guess it's safe to say,
You can stay.

Hmm.
What was that?
You want to know my story?
Well no one wants that.
You'll have to wait.

But for now,
Welcome to my tea party.
You can call me Hatter.
Mad Hatter.

HEY GUYS.
HERE'S MY FIFTH.
THIS ONE WAS FUN TO WRITE.

This one kinda explains a lot. I like to think I'm the Mad Hatter. We have a lot in common.

Love y'all,
Kai Lovelay.