Looking Glass

On a blurry morning I peep
At bugs that creep in a hurry,
And I worry that this old, cheap
Looking glass, keep my sight curry.

A see through guide, to give my eyes
A sight that buys a place to bide,
I could decide to push my guys
To switch to lies, act blind and hide.

The looking glass is a good friend
That helps me mend a blurry class,
Or a green grass to its right blend,
And in the end, it’s not just glass.

LARDO