the assholes are everywhere

by Bill White

A quaint cafe downtown
standing far too close,
the war-mongering of my
personal space.

tattoos and work-boots
I must be
a high-school
drop-out.

just another peasant
in the class-war.

she left her patience
in the waiting vol-vo
out front.

I'm sure the heated seats
will keep it warm
and waiting diligently.

but now she wants
her status
recognized.

served on steaming
croissants
smothered with cheeses
hard to pronounce
with a
blue-collar tongue.

and I need not inquire--
it's clear the numerical
figures that sustain her
self-worth and debonair status far surpass
my own.

she desperately needs a

half-caffeinated-double-decaff-espresso-latte
but please--
put the steamed milk in
first and make sure it's
not too hot,
but not just warm either.

I'll take a fuckin’ coffee--
to go.

Originally published in ZygoteinMyCoffee.com.

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