Closed For Business
My mind is under new management
Much like those Boards outside failing restaurant's
Willing you in to take a 2nd look
But stuck using the same old tired Chef
And worn out Menu
So what's the point of New Management
If nothing has really changed
Simply a Stay of Execution
Until you eventually wake up and realize
The Coffee is best passed its
Sell by Date
And fate is what
You write about
When you have time on your hands
After the last customers have left
And the Doors have closed
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