me n me trumpet set the controls

1 June 2014

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

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