Caterpillar

hey Mr. Caterpillar why are you so blue, why can't you be green? like the grass you breathe in aren't you bored? sitting on a mushroom waiting for a bonkers Alice to come by and take her time. it's addicting isn't? the never ending cycle of smoking and doing nothing, acting all cool and collected until the end. you're so high blinded by the smoke and temporary happiness, you can't even remember me a solitary butterfly who lost her wings in an attempt to save you, cherished and crippled by you. Caterpillar, are you satisfied? you're now a butterfly for her showing off your perfect wings like you weren't just a worm before you must be proud so take your sweet time, savor your metamorphosis 'cause wings can be easily rip off...