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.