I sit in a coffee shop
Late on a Monday
They gossip about us
They don’t notice me
Are they worth the patronage
The drinks are sure good
I feel like I’m cheating
With a blunt bitchy lover
Her benefits are bountiful
Her cons are many
I’ll be leaving soon
Lest I write more awful poetry
Ten more sips, I reckon
They’re sweeping up around me
Please don’t look
I’m just a human
I spelled that wrong
The windows reveal much
Now I am finished
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