Rude Awakenings

You can't understand me?  Well,
I must apologise on the behalf of
all those who speak like me.  It

must be an inconvenience for
you to not understand your native
tongue.  But never mind.  One day,
you too shall travel outside of
your realm.  To a realm where people
will say to you, "What did you say?"
Then, and only then, will your eyes
become open, and maybe your mind
too!  One can only hope.


written by Chich, Chicago's Australian Poet Laureate


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