For every flower

For every flower that I offer,
They will offer me thorns,
Either I stop manufacturing silk,
Or I may have to mourn.

How can silk, lead to slashing,
How can watering, bring out thorns,
What did you water?
That's why you see just thorns.

Never offer a snake milk,
Nor make friendship with fools,
Never throw pearls at swines,
Or they will decide what to choose.

Dogs return to their vomit,
Only to eat it again,
Blunder often repeated,
Will always lead to pain.

R. A. Jacob