Inkblot [Poem]

[Underground_Network]

An inkblot on some rippled green and blue map
On an elderly teacher's desk at some
Inner city school leaves an impression,
Dark and intimidating.

It obstructs the clarity of the classroom,
Driving the students insane,
When they are unable to find
Namibia, or any countries
In southern Africa.

The inkblot makes southern Africa
Too unclear to be a destination,
And the lower the student's IQ
The more likely they are to think
Less of the more important things in life,
Like food, shelter, and determination.

It's like a rose bush with no roses
And a rocket with no propellant,
With no take off and no landing,
And no crew, inside or out;
Yeah, that's what a map with an inkblot
Covering a section of southern Africa is like.

It's a question mark, a known fact
That remains unknown to those
Who do not know it,
Because they cannot know it
Because a mistake was made
When an elderly teacher with black, horn-rimmed glasses
Used an old fountain pen, and it leaked
A blot of ink onto a rippled green and blue map,
Leaving an impression, dark and intimidating.