Desperate for tea and sympathy
I went to through the door
The people already there
Steered at me
Then they started
Talking in tongues
Talking to themselves
In monotone voice repeating
The right empty phrases from
The book provided on
The dirty table
Love were not there at that moment
We emptied our mental potties
On one another
Spiting blood and saliva
In the process of drinking
Bad coffee and cheap tea
My name is this and that
And I am a mental douchebag
Like the rest of you
Now I have three minutes
To poo on the table
While you give me applause
And so they all did
Until the turn came to me
I did instead throw up
And left the table
I never drink
Coffee there again
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