Morning Cup o' Starbucks

Sitting in the capitalist state, sipping cups after cups of coffee. I was wearing smart clothes, polished shoes, sharp haircut. On display in this capitalist state. Maybe even for sale. Listening to the background new age sounds. Profound music, reminding you and me that we are much more than skin deep. Paintings on the wall in this capitalist state. Maybe these pictures can become conversation when my ideas fail. Maybe another coffee might distract them until I can think of something. I am fed up now, screaming profundities and profanities. LOOK AT ME.