When you drink ink,

You think.

You could be any where at any time,

An ice rink.

A coliseum.

A museum,

Learning about the past.

When you drink ink,

You drink language.

You take part in countless people’s love or anguish.

When you write on your tongue,

You could be old or young,

hot or cold,

timid or bold.

When you drink ink

You can be anyone

You can be anything.

You possess in yourself the power to create a huge mess,

Because if you spit out the ink,

And don’t allow yourself to think,

It causes knowledge to sink,

To drown

In pure thick black liquid.

But when someone decides to ignore knowledge,

to gurgle it then spit it out,

It doesn’t mean that it’s the end.

They’ve just created a blend

Ignorance and ink.

You can learn from other’s mistakes.

So drink up the spilled fluid,

Digest it.

Know it.

And when you’r done, give it to someone who needs it.

Spoon feed it.