It is a so-called year of number two thousand and nineteen
Where things lost meanings when bad people abuse their ability to assign meaning
Insincerely,
A hegemonic monotonous place where people have conquered weather
and
Reshaped their natural habitat in unrecognizable forms
But,
There is always somewhere to rest in a coffee house for you, Mr.
Presentable Generic Man.
In this coffee house people come in here to drink a type of water
With a thousand different flavors in
Containers of different sizes with
A thousand special names
Where bland music tune plays from a box in the place somewhere and
No one listens to it even though it’s there.
The special water they drink in coffee houses are meant to cause certain
Wanted effects in themselves, it
Erase sleep, induce alert, lead focus,
and
Call for an autonomous ever-more immersing yet hyper active
Special state of human.
A coffee house
Designated as a gathering place for
Hundreds of people to intoxicate together and
stare into screens, stare into books, mildly discussing whatever blows, or
Just sipping the special type of water
Ever "connected" yet depleted
Lost in his own maze with souls of me you and her.
The coffee house is for
The furthering of an incomprehensible Spectacle that
Always fails expectation
Despite all the greatest advertisements and dramatizations.
A coffee house is
the most real reality.
Just too bad that
we are inside it.
Ever feel the air is so tight that there is no use breathing?
Perhaps just don’t breath
And go on,
Have another sip.
It is a so-called year of number two thousand and nineteen
Where things lost meanings when bad people abuse their ability to assign meaning
Insincerely,
A hegemonic monotonous place where people have conquered weather
and
Reshaped their natural habitat in unrecognizable forms
But,
There is always somewhere to rest in a coffee house for you, Mr.
Presentable Generic Man.
In this coffee house people come in here to drink a type of water
With a thousand different flavors in
Containers of different sizes with
A thousand special names
Where bland music tune plays from a box in the place somewhere and
No one listens to it even though it’s there.
The special water they drink in coffee houses are meant to cause certain
Wanted effects in themselves, it
Erase sleep, induce alert, lead focus,
and
Call for an autonomous ever-more immersing yet hyper active
Special state of human.
A coffee house
Designated as a gathering place for
Hundreds of people to intoxicate together and
stare into screens, stare into books, mildly discussing whatever blows, or
Just sipping the special type of water
Ever "connected" yet depleted
Lost in his own maze with souls of me you and her.
The coffee house is for
The furthering of an incomprehensible Spectacle that
Always fails expectation
Despite all the greatest advertisements and dramatizations.
A coffee house is
the most real reality.
Just too bad that
we are inside it.
Ever feel the air is so tight that there is no use breathing?
Perhaps just don’t breath
And go on,
Have another sip.
