Double Shots Fired

(A delicious sip of guilt trip)

Acres of rainforest, the great mother trees.

Clear them all out and plant magic beans.

The Age of Enlightenment is finally here!

Speed up the factories! There’s no time for sleep! We need logic! Fast thinkers! With yellowing teeth.

There’s only the grind.

Make sure you leave early to stand in the line.

There’s nothing like shaking, the slowing of time. A boiling sensation percolating inside.

Sweet sugary swill suckled savoringly by saucer eyed savages, but the real problem is what to do with the packages.

Another cup of colonial crack.

I drink mine black.

The finest slave labour… what colour is that?

Have some frothy white in that piece of Ethiopia!

Man you’re looking tired.. your eyes are getting dopier.

French pressed, free trade, forced on you by market states. Harvesting with sharpened blades. Compost for worms.. the dark remains.

Does it help you focus? Another pack of locusts. Plundering the fields until everything is roasted.

This one is awfully pretty! You reckon I should post it?

Remember sloth is a sin. So drink it all in.

It’s classy and cool that there’s milk on your chin.

We make a special blend.

Oh do you now my friend?

Are you really going to try and use,

a drink to condescend?

It’s an art, a craft, you’ve studied it.. what a clever way to need a shit.

Hipster Sipsters twisting their knob.

Shout at the waiter. They’re bad at their job.

We know there’s demand so pop up a shop.

It would all run much smoother… if one could spell Bob.

The ocean is getting caffeinated.

Our blood is getting salinated.

Does that dolphin have a twitching eye?

Do think that maybe it’s related?

The storm is ever brewing. The profits are accruing. The grinding teeth are chewing.

I forgot what I was doing…