me n me trumpt have unccontably misplacd our new grindr

so we take to the streets clutchin our big bouncy baglettes of beans

we bought in bulk from a boutique boutique in brunswick

extracted from the rectum of a nut-mental monkey

all t’while engagin’ in mutual admonishmentizings

whaddya do with it? you were looking after it! you always lose me stuff!

at each other ecetera et ecetera interminabababbly

(basically he convincd i lost it when i know he did)

until we crossly come across a new cafe just crotting at the crossrds

in a casual yet snobby kind of way tho’ remaining a bit undecided

when — WHAM! — YEAH! — we cogitatated simultabraineously

THERE BE GRINDRS HERE LET US TREAT USELF TO ONE NOW

so me n me trumpt sneak in behind the sleek untreatd teak counter

past the well-heeled designer backs of the hip hipster caffeinators

to dump our bean babies in the gargantuan zigurratish industrial grindr

and hit PLAY! with the pulverizing air of a coffee bagatelle