The brew.
Just me and you.
“The milk shalt never touch the bag”
Take a drag, gag and sag.
We lag.
Confused.
Amused.
By the comings and goings.
The everyday folk.
A big joke.
All fun.
Once it’s begun.
Till you tell a story.
Murky and gory.
The chain gang sang.
Ready to hang.
Stuck to my role.
Didn’t even win a bowl.
Of soup.
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