Having Brunch
You’re having brunch,
a fruit punch, not a cheap lunch.
What makes all of you so snidy and snarky?
Especially for being so nice all this malarkey.
It seems like a complete waste of time,
Low lifes walking the streets, drinking shots,
causing a crime.
You miss the gesture of friends and their gifts,
focusing on gripes, their rifts and self-perpetuated.
Get a grip with your own infatuation and obtuse obsessions.
Cut out the crap, the public gatherings and just chill out.
Raise your glass, feast your eyes beyond the phone.
Green grass - Clear blue skies
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