Shuffling through these tiny isles trying to manage to taste something eye opening,
My friends refer to this as the coffee addicts corner,
The corner where slutty dressed all night party girls hang,
The corner where all the white collared middle aged men sit and wait for them to need their morning fix,
The corner where freedom of guilt is displayed on your chest like a name tag,
But the nine o’clock eye shadow told most of the story,
As I walk into the coffee addicts corner I can’t help but notice the up pace traffic,
Bodies moving in rotation like a revolving door,
Taking shots of expresso at the counter to get the day started,
But then I notice…. Traffic coming through the back door as well,
Something my mind grew curious of as noon approaches,
I slow pace my way to the back door labeled.. The Gobbler,
I took a deep breath before I pushed the door open not really knowing what to expect,
Maybe a back door where the coffee bean stock sits,
Or maybe a coke trafficking ring,
Either way I was far too committed to this push,
I open my eyes from my last blink and it was just a bathroom,
An extremely fancy bathroom,
Almost too fancy for the actual coffee shop itself,
So I walk into one of the stalls because now I have to spill out my morning latte,
As I sit on the toilet I could hear some rumbling around in the stalls next to me,
I didn’t think anything of it until I heard small ounces of moaning,
My eyes grew big and I said to my self… My friend was right,
There’s definitely something going on here,
I zip my pants and pull my mace out in case… we’ll you know,
I need to stop the kind of attention I didn’t want,
But I made it this far… did I?
So after a few sets of footsteps leave and the bathroom quiets down I step out of the stall and stand outside the last stall where the moaning came from,
I put my hand on the door and took another deep breath,
The door slid long and wide with a velvet touch,
It definitely gave me fuzzy red velvet couch vibes,
Until I notice there’s a bunch of holes in one of the walls,
I stroll my hand across the wall to try and figure out what the holes were for,
So I sit for a while just to gather my thoughts,
And as I slowly glance over to my right a huge penis comes slamming through one of the holes,
Then another,
And another,
I jump on top of the toilet and scream for dear life,
I maced the wall out of fear but their faces where not exposed,
So I grab my jaw off the floor and run out of the stall,
Back into the fast paced revolving door of functional coffee lab addicts and now sex addicts,
I trip over my feet and fall in distress,
People walk over me as if I wasn’t there,
Almost as if this was all a dream….
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