raindrops falling down on hills
giving free refills
...to my ten Seven Eleven cups

Jello jiving in stout vials
struggles for survival
the ice box is about to be unplugged

you said "this is not a picnic"
your vanity is sickening
oh, the things i do for a fuh-riendship

we walked down seventh street
and entered the sixth store
to buy a fifth of coffee
they charged us a quarter
but thirded the sugar
and halved the half and half

so we got lots of coffee
but not lots of sugar
a bit less cream
but more cream than the sugar
relatively speaking

I turned back to you
you looked so amazing
eloquently raising your drink to acquaint it with your tongue

but you know, when it's fresh it's hot
you didn't have to scald my
face when spitting out that junk