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The Elephant

There's a bustling chaos about me in the midst of these clinking glasses and rattling silverware

It feels like a stalker, like I can always feel the ghost of its presence wherever I go

There's an elephant in the room,

he is orange and fat.

Fill the time with small talk and try not to look.

 

The elephant has a monkey that he ***** in his free time with beady eyes and a hand that makes me wonder how he can throw out a heart he is clearly lacking.

 

The elephant has a dog who foams at the mouth and is hungry for Boston.

There's a baby's scream that got stuck in his throat and he can't cough it up no matter how hard he tries.

 

The menagerie is closing in on the hurricane in this cafe,

so focus on the immediate chaos of clinking glasses and rattling silverware.

 

Fall asleep.

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