An Ode to Tea
by J.B. Pick

 

When in doubt

As your teeth fall out

And your bald head

Drabbles in the mud,

Have a cup of tea,

Thus: swig.

 

When in pain

Bloated by the rain

And the moccasins of fear

Patter down your ear,

Have a cup of tea,

Thus: swig.

 

When you quail

And grow quite pale

At your mirrored face

(Like a carp or a dace)

Have a cup of tea,

Thus: swig.

 

When your bones go snap

And babies widdle in your lap

And the legions of despair

Grapple with your hair,

Have a cup of tea,

Thus: swig.

 

For tea in a cup

Does your moral laces up

Simplifies your complications

And dissipates your suicidal inclinations,

So have a cup of tea,

Thus: swig.

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