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| Coffee prick |
If you sit in a coffee shop drinking a latte,
Having dipped into more debt in order to pay,
Hoping the loud girls behind you will just go away,
'Cos you're here for hours as you patiently wait,
Is it wrong to get out a pen?
Start writing a poem you'll never look at again?
One that ain't really good enough to share with your friends,*
Done in rhyming quadruplets, never really a trend,
People keep looking like you're committing a crime,
Nero's not the place for trying to rhyme,
Aroma's down the road where your hipster could shine,
But you can't afford their fancy filters this time,
And there's a chance you'd bump into someone you know,
They'd ask about life and you'd lie about hell,
Pretend everything is going really quite well,
Ask them to forgive the poverty smell,
It's not your fault you've got time on your hands,
This was never a part of your best laid plans,
Having nothing to do for days as it stands,
Jump on a chance just as soon as one lands,
For now you'll just sit and look like a pleb,
Writing this pile of crap at a table instead,
Would have been better off staying in bed,
Keeping this latte fueled nonsense locked up in your head.
* Sorry, I shared it with you anyway.