The tale of the hatter

And it’s the boy of the hatter
They say had gone mad.
Drank whisky for dinner
And dreamt of goodbyes
For the cat
For the lover
For the foe he called life
Oh how Mary had failed him
She said there will never be
Light so white
But the almighty god
He drank whisky for dinner
And they say he thinks
Of ending his kind.
And the hatred,
The sorrow,
The scrumptious delight
Had caused his planet
Go blind
To the hatter taking his hat off
In front of the crowd.