"The Trash Heap."

In a town at the center between the East and West
There's a cafe.
It was brown and green and had on its top,
Words carefully put for it's name;
In it there lied a group of workers who called themselves acquaintences,
And had their mutually exclusive group of friends,
These people were unfriendly and ignorant,
And thought the town revolved 'round them.
But it was due to a pair who used to work there,
Who exerted their influence
During the night,
And as I couldn't be averted the morning after,
By which time the Owner was there,
I cursed the restaurant's food;
Their subtle dislike, ideologies, services, and taste in channels,
And upon a sacred oath sworn with my sister,
Will never return,
Where it now be known as "The Trash Heap,"
Though I don't walk around its vicinity anymore.