The glasses are empty
The mood is dry
The air is fowl and emotions stained
Some laugh while others sigh
Yet, there's a morbid sense of happiness
One is delusional
the other drunk
The conversations pointless
Sober emotions are now junk
Meaningless words were spoken
Nothing more than a thought to ponder
Maybe it's a simple equation
Leaves one in calculated wonder
Yet, don't even machines do as much?
(to be continued...)
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