Bon Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Bon



I was hoping to see
an Earl Gray cup of tea.
when I woke but it was
just a cupful of awes.

So I asked my dear friend
for the Indian Blend
but it tasted like pee
if you really asked me.

But you chose to believe
that all men are naive.
So to hell and beyond
I shall never respond.

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