A Spot of A Spot of Lewis Carroll By The Hatter

[Male // Literate-Sing-Speak // Eccentric & Quick] [Feather pen scribble loop, ticking metronome, quill scratches] (Sit still! You’re wrinkling the metaphor.) I wrote with a grin and a bottle of ink— A pun in my hand and a thought on the brink. My logic’s a spiral, my words wear a hat, And my truth is a cat that’s both this and it's that. [Chorus // Off-Key School Choir // Bouncing Rhythm] [Slide whistle trills ][chalkboard screech rhythm] A spot of Carroll! Stir the tea— With riddles sharp as irony. A laugh, a lisp, a lexical twist— The joke you’re in’s the one you missed. [Hatter // Manic Mid-High // Sharp Cadence & Laugh-Inflected] [Clockwork typewriter clatter] [descending note scales // spoon-on-porcelain percussion] I dined with a Duchess who drank the rhyme, Counted the croquet balls, lost track of time! Flamingos in court, the jury all spoons— And I sell my sense by the sack in monsoons. [Male // Murmured Baritone // Measured Cadence] [Spinning gear grind // pages flipping rapidly] He wasn’t mad—just too awake, Slicing sense from every fake. He bent the rules till they bent him back, And vanished through mirrors that whispered in black. --- [FX: DUBSTEP BREAK – //-Stab Bass, Reversed Alphabet Glitch//Tea-Kettle Shriek Drop] |||| |||| [Mixed Chorus // Tumbling Harmony // Spiraling Timing] [Distorted organ riffs// tick-tock stagger drums] He wrote what you feared, and he grinned as you read— Told children the truth in a crown on his head. He mirrored the world till it laughed too loud— Then vanished in smoke, too clever, too proud. [Male // Low Echoing Whisper // Calm Finish] [Ink drip rhythm//single violin harmonics] So if you sip tea and sense something’s wrong, And logic feels limped while your thoughts hum a song— You’ve had a spot... just a spot of his scroll. That’s Lewis Carroll, digging holes in your soul. [FX: Teacup clinks shut// Feather pen snaps.] [END]