fictionary… 8 megapixel artist… bloody awful poet.



It’s not the first time this has happened between us

You’re busy, and the whole world revolves around you

Oh, and you’re right

Ask anyone

Ask you

Now ask me

You can’t see past your self-satisfied nose


I’ve been here

The whole time

Bleeding on my keys

Undercover poet of The Village

Pour me another cup

You useless fuck

I’m going to make a living off your muse

Is this the way you’ve always been

Or is it just the power you’ve been given

To ride a skateboard to work and

Earn tips for a living

One day they’ll know about you


© 2013  Bill Friday


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3 thoughts on “Barista

  1. Time to find another coffee shop.


  2. So, I’m fairly certain that I know how you feel regarding this post. Also, I love it. 🙂 Naturally. 😉


  3. hmmm…the winky face should have been after the last word… Computers dislike me today.


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