Coffee Man

Your life is rough Mr. Coffee man
You didn't get it your way today
Well this isn't Burger King, Sir
And you aren't Mr. President are you
So sit your ass down in the little booth
You can drink your fucking coffee now
Your friends, they don't like you much
They only pretend to hear your voice
You come in here every single day
You and your fucking banana bread
What if it had mold, and you choked
All the money down at the bank and trust
It will not be enough to save your life
And those college kids you scorned
They forget to restart your heart this time
You realize you should have been kinder
Some people, they really have it made
Yet they bitch and fret their life away
Just the same as you Mr. Coffee Man
Trading your soul for moldy banana bread
Let us all hope that loaf tasted divine
No bakeries deliver at the morgue you see
You won't be able to talk your foolish talks
But we're aware of how self important you are
So Don't bother telling us, as we don't care
Luxuries of complaining when life's not 'fair'