Starving for more information

A pleasant meal, friendly crews

A mellow setting with no apparent rules

Reporters came, one after the other

Until the seats were full, but she don't bother

"Let's just have a pleasant time," said her to the group

"Please, have anything to order." And this went into a loop

For the group, starving for news, were too eager

Attention floats between the food and her, their excitement I could barely decipher

 

Scavenging for news, starving for words on paper

Topic after topic, like a young one changing diapers

"How are the performances for the self-made products?" "What are your forecasts?"

One after the other, "Has the customer's approval process passed?"

I couldn't tell if by fakery or by need, other irrelevant conversations came and went

Words and phrases were thrown towards a dent

Where the bunch was filtered

And the unwanted left off-kilter

HALT!

This is going the wrong way, I suck at this.

In conclusion, I despise industry-specific reporters.

But without them we're nothing. 

Dream: Lucy is that you?

My bro and I were by a swimming pool.

A super big python appeared out of nowhere in the pool. It was yellow with white spots, just like Lucy from Singapore.
Lucy was supposed to be mellow and friendly...
Anyway.
It had a companion too, a bright green snake, a lot smaller in size.

My brother jumped into the swimming pool saying it'll be fun while I kept telling him to get out of the water.
He ignored me and swam merrily in circles. And I, too, followed him by the pool rim.

At one point the two snakes swam towards my brother and I knew something bad would happen.
I turned away just like I would when there's a horror scene on the movies, but still see the silhouette of the python's fangs ready to attack.
I ran to the emergency phone on the wall and was caught dumbfounded because there were 5+ different set of numbers to dial for different departments. Fuck.