Waiting in Line for My Coffeee

balancing the odds by sitting on the chest of your opponent while

punching their nose in as they cry

out for some deus ex machina to come save them, please, for the love of all things holy and sanitary, come save the bloody nose mumblings of this stranger I met at a Starbucks and thought it might be a good idea to punch them in the face until

they no longer had one, though maybe I’m just overthinking it, and the odds are already stacked

against me