Looks innocent enough,
wreathed in a halo like some saint of old –
but these worn eyes can’t tell a cup of mud
from a nice glass of milk tea,
and the tea’s no good for making bricks.
Wonderful take. Now, if we could only see all great world teachers in like fashion, then perhaps the human species would awaken.
Ah, Griog, I’m so glad you danced with this poem. =)
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