She stumbled into the place by accident;
Covered in the dust of the road she'd been traveling,
And carrying half a ton of baggage she didn't need.

She threw what she had of value down,
And ordered a drink.

She got water.
It wasn't even very wet.

Over in one corner under a dim light some guy was spouting words;
Concocted self-justifying nonsense pretending to have deep meaning.
She waited for him to shut up and for the water to do its thing,
Then addressed them all:

“Foolish creatures of rigid habit,
Who think they can rise to the heavens,
By means of self-righteousness,
While committing every sin there ever was.

I'm the result of your sanctimonious banter,
Your prescribed rituals of feigned penance and remorse,
The endless hypocrisy of your society,
That breeds like fungus and survives on a diet of life.

See what you've done in me;
The battered shell that should be a woman,
Whose heart has decayed along with faith,
Because someone said so.”

She got grunts in return, and no thanks.
If you're going to talk to rocks,
They might as well not have ears.
So she returned to the dusty road of travel.

But she left the baggage behind.