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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