Calico: A plain -woven cotton cloth , normally with a figured pattern on one side.
A tourist: a person who believes it is his moral duty to waste money and time.
A host: a person who believes it his moral duty to help the tourist to do so.
a museum: a place which is never brightly lit and from which no one ever derives any pleasure but never admits to that fact.
Boredom: Something no parent can digest in a child.
Hooliganism: A cousin of partying.
When we entered the house of calico
to begin the last the leg
a thought in all our minds lingered
at our hearts did it peg.
Why should be there museums
which house calico
when many out there
what it means not know.
Why to keep all that cotton
stored up for posterity
when millions on the streets
have nothing to wear or to show.
If Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder
then why does beauty always side with opulence?
Why do we have to go to a museum to appreciate it
when we won't look at the peasant who wears it
when we won't have anything to do with the weaver who weaved it.
We spent 2 hrs in a place where
which taught us the value of human life
which taught us that it counts for nothing
if it can't be displayed in a museum.
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