I’d never heard
of this strange, strange word;
until I had –
and then it blew my mind.
.
“Blew your mind?!” you ask,
as you unscrewed your flask
of cold, cold tea.
.
“Yes!” I replied,
as I considered the tide –
coming in? Or going out?
“Is it coming in?!”
I shout.
.
Your tea imbibed,
upon a piece of parchment you scribed
the word, ‘Idiot’.
.
At least I tried.
