In the spirit of reclaiming poetry from the intellectuals, here's one that definitely isn't intellectual:
Why do we sit drinking tea?
Is it really good for me?
Hired men of science make grand claims,
But profit is their actual aim.
A caffeine buzz is what we crave,
To turn it down is really brave.
To bond the group is the true goal,
It melds the parts into a whole.
So jealous egos fade away!
We hope that tea brings harmony.
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