I could see this in Shouts and Murmurs, J. Alfred Prufrock, pretty short thoughts honestly, really just wanted to see the phrase "Chipotle forks" in writing, things that should be funnier, why pay for SparkNotes when there's this?
Thursday Evening, a Jamba Juice:
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I hope it’s farm-to-fork. I hear that’s how one man can help.
Perhaps the sellers can inform, but sheesh.
I frequently review on Yelp.
Friday Afternoon, the break room:
In the room the women come and go
Talking of D’angelo.
With “Have you heard his Black Messiah?
It’s worth a play or two.”
Saturday Evening, his apartment:
For I have known them all already, known their call:
Have known the evenings, mornings, times after work
I have measured out my life with Chipotle forks,
I know the voices braying, garbage all–
It sounds like Pitbull from another party.
I smell Bud Light. Dale.