Lunchtime

I walked into another mundane place

Ordinary walls and disdain face

I want it, always do

To be a place worth a poem

A better view

The trashcan is full

Patrons scratch their ass

I’m asked what I want

I wish they’d never asked

I want unicorns

Answers and world peace

Everyone to love

One another and back to me

But for now just fry me up

Another #3

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