It’s morning; the buzz begins
Heels clicking, mouths yapping
Someone’s telling the previous night’s events
Someone’s reading, another’s sneezing
Someone’s gossip is revealing
That the inward person is conceited
Pretenders hug you, behind your back
They stab you with defiling utterances
That is downright untrue
In a corner you sit observing
Body languages that are not conserving
What the heck! Who is caring?
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