Cheshire smile

There's this cat,

Well it isn't a cat.

It's from that mad guy,

With the hat.

You know the Cheshire smile,

The eyes on drugs,

Spirals,

And shape rolls,

Anyway that smile.

Thicker than blood.

Chopped down semi-circle,

Stretching afar,

Links up with sockets,

And claws.

Thinner than water,

And broader than a door,

Menacing,

Mouse,

Caught in its claw.

Anyway that cat,

That one that I saw,

Might as well be alien,

Acause the smile's, its claw.