posted on Feb, 9 2012 @ 09:42 PM
wearing their gray shirts
to a formal dinner party
Argument incurs redundancy
while a monotonistic voice of opinion
A sip of tea,
being monetary oil,
fuels the drive of thirst.
Those thirstiest arrive late
to the unshadowed party.
Penance received from the guests,
the red and blue forget those starred and white.
The tea boils over, when those brewing
neglect to wipe the stove clean.
A gray shirt society remembers
not a dinner party,
but those who give them tea.