A murder descended on the young woman
Plumage bleached badly and out of symmetry
And I had no interest in seeing a spill after
I had already drunk my Earl Grey
Such carnage as I am certain befell after I left is
All too familiar to me
No rounds’ whistles so shrill as demands to
Speak to a manager who isn’t on site
And my tinnitus is too damned loud as it is

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