I make the tea

Brewed slowly

 With a pinch of rage

A spoon of negativity

 And a cube of toxic people.


I stir the tea

Mixed solemnly

By a pensive hand

And some sobriety

 And watch as the people

Dance to their tune

A bland unmelodious rhythm.


And when they are at ease

And they think I’m at peace

I pick the cup

Raise it gently to my lips

I can hear them chuckle in victory

They will intoxicate my life

Again with rotten things

 Then I let go of the cup

Watch them spill and ruin the ground

The people, the bad and the toxicities.

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  1. Saleh Mohd T.
    Saleh Mohd T. says:

    Do I see a replect of one of your poem, though I could not remember the title, but is about a shoe personified to a man??? It is a good piece, nice words and musicality.

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