Barista

I’ve seldom had more fun
left more disdain behind
than the times that I devoted
to the boggling of my mind

My soul don’t need no sugar
My brain no spice
My lust don’t need no cougar
My dick no vice
It needs a flying vista
It craves surprise
needs coffee, not barista

I’d rather be right here right now
than not have made the turn
Safety is a safety measure
Broken crayons still colour and burn

My soul don’t need no sugar
My brain no spice
My lust don’t need no cougar
My dick no vice
It needs a flying vista
It craves surprise
needs coffee, not barista

All quips aside
You make a pretty pair
No need to hide
your wondrous shape in open air
yes that’s a banana in your hair (suck)
it’s a banana in your hair (suck)

My soul could use some sugar
My brain some spice
My lust must fill the cougar
My dick brings vice
It needs a flying vista
It craves surprise
Skip coffee, give barista

Barista!