830 at the coffeehouse that is rapidly becoming my home
the line is almost out the door
worker-bee's who need their caffeine
worker-bees who drive into the mall parking lot to access the specialness of this multinational behemouth
half of them must work in the shoppes here
its easy to tell the shoppers from the workers by the way they walk in the door
a vapid docile semi-smile denotes the shopper
the just got beat up by my alarm clock look is the worker
that chipmunk-cheeked sherriff better stop smirking at me
or he is going to have to explain the bandage on his cheek
where the neanderthal man bit him
hes the kind of guy people call "big guy"
meaning going to fat
meaning "lay off the donuts"
he may have once been in shape
he may even fancy himself a tough guy
without that badge im giving him my hard ass stare
and asking if he's got a problem
but he 's got a gun too
and a partner
but if he decides to hassle me im going to sweep the leg,
roll on top
and bite a hole in his face
and then he and his partner can beat me uncouncious as they try to recover the slab of flesh from my mouth
neanderthals smiles are alot like those of the other larger primates
we aren't smiling
we are baring our teeth
warning you of impending future events
smiles of friendship are the cro-magnon bastardiztion of the primate code
they smile to sell you bullshit
they smile to get you to sign your life away
they smile before they fuck you
but they do it all legal like
the more of california i see the more i miss the high desert
the stillness
the pitch black skies
the decided lack of people
lord grant me the serenity to keep my teeth to myself
lord spare this poor cop weeks of explanations
the line is almost out the door
worker-bee's who need their caffeine
worker-bees who drive into the mall parking lot to access the specialness of this multinational behemouth
half of them must work in the shoppes here
its easy to tell the shoppers from the workers by the way they walk in the door
a vapid docile semi-smile denotes the shopper
the just got beat up by my alarm clock look is the worker
that chipmunk-cheeked sherriff better stop smirking at me
or he is going to have to explain the bandage on his cheek
where the neanderthal man bit him
hes the kind of guy people call "big guy"
meaning going to fat
meaning "lay off the donuts"
he may have once been in shape
he may even fancy himself a tough guy
without that badge im giving him my hard ass stare
and asking if he's got a problem
but he 's got a gun too
and a partner
but if he decides to hassle me im going to sweep the leg,
roll on top
and bite a hole in his face
and then he and his partner can beat me uncouncious as they try to recover the slab of flesh from my mouth
neanderthals smiles are alot like those of the other larger primates
we aren't smiling
we are baring our teeth
warning you of impending future events
smiles of friendship are the cro-magnon bastardiztion of the primate code
they smile to sell you bullshit
they smile to get you to sign your life away
they smile before they fuck you
but they do it all legal like
the more of california i see the more i miss the high desert
the stillness
the pitch black skies
the decided lack of people
lord grant me the serenity to keep my teeth to myself
lord spare this poor cop weeks of explanations
