hmm   theres hoi polloi  the common   the masses  and theres hoity toity  the snobbish   the haughty

they damn near rhyme

Hey, boy!
           nearly rhymes too 
Boy!

Keep it comin, boy, keep it comin!

that frosted his fannyBoy  Boy
                                 that he was supposed to fall over himselfbe at beck an call serving refilling getting fresh hot black coffee for the monkey because he was too busy yapping didnt drink it let it get cold  doesnt like cold coffee SHADDUP 
                   and the while responding to Boy

Daresay Dont think so fuckNot your boy 
Not anyones boy mister

Aah, did I say, boy?

Ahh  Yaknow ya did

Maybe . . . accidentally 

he howled another scab pickedpulled at 
                                            Yawannanother cup of coffee Fetch it yourself
Myself?
Yourself

Aah. You forget yourself. I’m along for the ride. A Ghost Rider of the Purple Sag . . 
. . Rider Riders   Riders of the purple sage  A Zane Grey book

Or something like tha . .
. . No  Exactly that  Either Ghost Riders in the Sky or Riders of the Purple Sage No excuses Own up

Something like that.
                     I’m not into Western music or novels. I dig it, though, when Indians come away with scalps, or, for that matter, anyone comes away with a bloody scalp.
And white women are taken captive.
Yes.

Yah

Yes. Let’s say no more, not speak of it any longer, I’ve wasted more breath than I ever imagined I would have . . talking to you.

Ahh Lets say no more

Good.
       Now, get my coffee pronto. I need to stoke my caffiend.

Yah

Yes.

he hated when he argued with himself

he won one way or the other

0835,  Twosday,  21  1. 20
1332,  Reggae Friday,  29  5. 20

Ghost Riders  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W56pl1QZNcQ