Wooden faces glare at me,
With blank eyes;
In Babelas's barmy bar,
Roots spread like snakes, pretending hair.
We sit and chat, but my eye strays,
Held by hypnotic sinister stares.
Three large faces on the wall,
Make seated me feel quite small.
What called the owner to love this?
He seems abrupt, almost to diss.
Coffee dark and strong
To drink it all just takes too long,
Delays the moment when I'm gone.
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