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.
This blog was… how do I say it? Relevant!!
Finally I’ve found something which helped me. Thanks a lot!
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.
Lol. No they are not related
More grease to your elbow, we gonna patronize.
Thank you 🙏🏽😊💕