A Confucian Dialogue Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Too funny for words
mouthed Confucius laughing
his nose off
in his morning dream
when I told
him of mine about my
Parisian guests
upset at the ants
ringing their demi tasse
of their morning coffee.

Upon telling them
that spreading
the homemade honey
from the Mason jar
was full of bees
they took it personally
and started going
around the kitchen
killing them organically
with the spray can
of vinegar.

Then I told them to simply
remove any food
to which their souls
were still adhering.

This would prevent
ants of the same tribe
to return to pick up
their dead
and send their souls
to feast on them instead.

Besides, after killing
the climate change
equatorial-sized cockroach
climbing my bathroom wall
they chose to immediately
depart.