Hemlock Tea

When one is athirst

One should drink some Hemlock tea

When I did slurp the tea

I saw a long roll of dough

Tiny soldier dolls stuffed in it

At the end of it was a singing puffer fish

The crescent in the sky smirking devilishly at me

Categories: Literature, Poetry

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