TEC
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
They prowl the streets,
straight off the bell.
They turn to each other for company,
they couldn't stand the chill at night.
They laugh out loud in between sessions,
they hide secrets which reveal silliness.
It is easy to get drawn in,
it is even easier to get ejected.
They welcome people with open arms,
yet behind their backs labelled a tag.
They are really nice people,
they are just too exclusive.
Though they deny vehemently,
their tags say otherwise.
Yet are we right to criticize?
Do we even know where we stand?
We downed Belgium Chocolate to celebrate,
"Welcome to the coffeehouse!"
I can only see the tags labelled upon peoples' backs,
I can't see what is behind my back.
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