you will miss out
on everything good in this world,
because you pay no mind to anything,
unless it makes you feel intense pleasure,
within the first few seconds of your
coming into contact with it
but, most things that are
worth a fractional damn
take time to comprehend
only camouflage,
disguises, and
baited traps
are appealing
upon the first,
hurried look
you lack the patience for anything
of depth; the slow, patient tempo,
the subtle building up of tension
you are a toaster pastry junkie,
surrounded by strange, delectable flavors
which are unknown to you
blackberry brioche bread pudding
might not be your cup of Earl Grey,
but it’s at least something new
you’d have to slow down enough
to try it, and that means
it’s never going to happen
you’d much rather stage
a five-lawyer defense, arguing that
you already tried it, years ago,
when you know damn well that you’ve
never even heard of it
but, you’ll swear…
you didn’t like it back then,
even though a four-star chef
flew in from Paris
just to make it for you
therefore, this one
couldn’t possibly
be any better
you’d prefer to spend fifteen minutes
trying to convince everyone that you
had something just like it,
(only far superior to it in every way)
for breakfast
it doesn’t matter that
everyone in the room saw you,
walking out of the shop this morning,
with a dozen doughnuts and a coffee
it’s more fun for you
to say that you’re allergic to blackberries,
even though you know good and well
that you’re not
rather than simply
forking off a little nibble,
and politely giving it a taste,
we must submit to your
twenty-five minute tirade,
lambasting us for being so foolish,
as to believe that we were
actually eating what we thought
we were eating
you so kindly break it down for us,
in very small words
and short sentences, that
if it wasn’t made by Louis XVI himself,
in the bathtub of Marie Antoinette,
then it’s not actually a real
blackberry brioche bread pudding,
and it’s technically only a
“sparkling Viennoiserie,”
despite your having learned that term
only half an hour ago, while
eavesdropping on the waiter
at the next table,
thinking nobody else heard it
but, by the time
you have finished making your
ridiculous and utterly pointless case,
the rest of us
have cleaned our plates,
paid the bill,
and quietly fucked off,
while you were busy
looking at your reflection
in the silverware
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