The Floor

What if the floor,

Underneath refuses to hold us,

On his head like we are lice.

What if the floor,

Underneath makes a fuss,

And starts running from us like a mice.

What if the floor,

Underneath us numbs,

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And refuses to serve us rice.

What if the floor,

Underneath us squirms,

And tends to roll us like a dice.

But this isn’t what the floor,

Wishes to do to us;

Because it teaches us how to be nice,

And wise.