The café is crowded and filled
of smoke
noisy atmosphere and tables
of oak
Good friends, friends and
a filthy ashtray
Enemies, muffins what
a messy bay
Dark eyes are glancing through
the fog
Superficial lips and bullshit filles
the bog
Sing a lie, then you
will fit
Close your lips
grin and bear it
All the creatures are
the same
So take a seat and join
the game
Anna Nygren S1:1
English Poetry
VRG
