For all the introverts out there:

Words mere words can cure
And from them you can procure
Maybe if someone jots on how precious introverts are
That they don't need a social hour
A cluster of brew beans can roast fine
And all they want is plenty 'self time'
They may be outrageous sometimes
Or be stagnant and just can't get fine
But they will never roar
With words they will up roar
Perfect prototype of surrealism they are
To a layman's understanding they are far
Playing words is their nomadic game
They don't wish materialistic fame
Coffee and brew beans- a perfect match
Their cacophony none can patch

Carefully check if your personality also gets attached.