one great poem on the great magic of language

he offers her a juicy position
in his cabinet, saying –
 
you can serve the people
better by joining me.
 
it’s not my cup of tea, says she.
 
he insists, saying –
 
then make it your cup of coffee
or your bottle of wine
or your box of chocolate.
 
she looks at him eye to eye, saying –
 
god knows who does not pay.
 
he vanishes never
to appear again.