real things


She threw herself upon his lap

In the middle of a café

And wailed


This diatribe lasted  half hour

In which her friends surrounded her

And the lap man petted her head and tail


It was a silly thing

For people with real pain

Don’t pain public sing


I walked past scenario

Her people stood circle

They felt special, she tried harder


Much whimpers and oh mys

They carressed and cajoled

One grabbed napkins to dab eyes


But there were no tears



They all left

She whimpered still

Her lap scrolled phone


We all know

Real pain

Is alone


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