John Aaron Plasabas
A small droplet of water-like substance
That comes through twists and squeeze from a cow’s breast
That seems so tasty even at a distance
That anyone who drink it will be pleased.
As white as snow and as rich as the earth
As pure as gold and as clean as silk
Everyone drinks it, even after birth
even if they’re sick, they would always drink
Splashes, splashes bumped from the glass of it
As if the glass were grabbed by the hands of men
Sparkles, sparkles come from the glass of it
And it makes him feels like he’s superman
Got by thy drinker to the hands of his
As he grows through thy milk like hearts of fists.