Aggressive Music Fills the Room
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Aggressive music fills the room until
It can’t hold any more. The throat is black
And full of anger we call love. The spill
Of it disturbs the tables. Food goes slack
Because of onslaught from her song. The poise
Of appetite falters. You are convinced
It can’t get worse. And then they blast the noise
From blender. Patience shattered now is minced.
You’re sure it can’t get worse until they turn
The coffee-torturing contraption on.
That’s when you want to pitch them all to burn
In hell till every shred of din is gone.
00 This clean, well-lighted place endures the glare
0000 Of unrequited love in full-voiced blare.