This is a Piece of Cake
Scoffing at those struggling.
This is a piece of cake.
Feasting on their unease.
It’s a cup of tea.
Guzzling down their guilt
Tea and cake and cake and tea.
Pantomimes played in empty kitchens.
Fantastical feasts in vacant rooms.
Fallacies phased through unoccupied spaces.
Performances portrayed by insignificant whoms.
It’s a piece of cake.
It’s a cup of tea.
It’s a place to rest.
To sit and chat with thee.
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