At the Coffee Shop

An' POP became God … in fact,
the faithful filled the clubs and record racks.
Apostolic righteous rhythms for radio and TV.
Just like Sisyphus in a state of siege…
and all I wanted was a cup of coffee … black.
I went to the coffee shop and asked for zat.
I showed him… I was smart
with a Master’s degree, drawing and book in 3 parts.
I showed him… photos and documentation.
I showed him… my little baby boy.
I showed him… my adoring wife… who recently left me.
I showed him… my good citizen award.
I showed him… my nearly perfect attendance records.
I showed him… my purple heart.
I showed him… my scarred over wound.
I asked him… to touch it…
And then you know what I showed him?
I showed him… my revolver…
He gave me the coffee.
I shot him… DEAD… And whistled a lively tune…
tit for tat…
Now, what do you fine folks think about zat?