a mocha is not a latte and how miserable was that that he didnt know
the difference between the two until he mistakenly ordered the mocha and opening
it it looked nothing of his memory of a latteWhat the hell was with the whipped
creamDid Starbucks throw whipped cream on everything it made nowadayshe knewhe recognised
he was out of the loop on a lot of things social media twitter bots idiots
idiobots yahoos but whipped cream on
everything?(it had a nice sound – if for nothing more than whipped cream on
everything he would like this piece he wriote)
he returned the grande mocha with
a shot of nutmeg cocoanutNO hashishNO NO hazelnut(he had a hard time
remembering hazelnut it wasnt a nigger toe
a Brasil nut if he could fashion the nut
in his minds eye when ordering hed remember that it was hazelnut but instead he
saw the tremulous liquor inside a bottle labeled Toraniand how many flavoured
liquors did Torani make at least he
understood his confusion he rarely had
coffee concoctions preferring his coffee black and strong a spoon standing
upright in itCome on in the waters fine Liar
his father was taller than he so the cold cold Lake Michigan water wasnt lapping
his nuts creating a falsettoOhhellno a castrato shrinking his genitalia)(his parenthesised pieces were growing longer: disease
dis-ease distress dis-tress bad hair day bungling) he should have taken the clerks bait when she asked him when he ordered Youd
like that cold NO he was sure he said it with a sneer
though he didnt mean it
Christ its coffee coffees served hot(despite the obviousness of
market to make everything into something other than itselfto maximise its selfish
growthEverything ought to be only exactly what it is Authentic rather than endlessly
bastardised if he wanted a bastard hed
make one and run out on its ignorant mother telling herBetty You Can Call Me Al(short
for alias or alien he had no idea where
he came from Cosmic Semen sailing the Seven Seas of seven
galaxies(whipped whipped cream on Everything) ;) (fucking
emoticons) he should have picked up on her hint that what
he was ordering wasnt what he wanted he
should have made damn-sure he knew what he wanted before he ordered because now the whipped cream on everything
was on his lip and he was to blame when
its your fault How Dare You try to slip the blame and put it on someone
else(but isnt that why clerks were made
to always be wrong because the customer is always rightFuck that over the years he told innumerable customers
they were wrong The customer is always right is another market monsterFrankenstein some fucking corporate geniusprobably the
same muthafucker who came up with the mantraOom Y o u c a n
d o m o r e w i t h
l e s s you do less with less gut
a squirrel or a rabbit or cattle with a butter knife and get back to me
woudja Ja get back to me with a straight
razorIm sure)
he didnt like it
but he drank his grande
mocha with a shot of hazelnut and a spastics handjob squiggle of whipped cream
atop it
1101, Twosday,
28 3. 17
ohyeah
1392 days remaining though quickly assuming fewer(Russian bye)
Paul Simon
You Can Call Me Al https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uq-gYOrU8bA
