Dead Baby Java

A fictional account of an abortion clinic turned into a a fancy hipster coffee shop and a couple who patronizes both at different times in life.

Dead Baby Java

 

I hope that I didn't ruin your blind date 

can't believe I recognized the horror on your face 

as you walked in through the door 

the same frightened gaze 

from 15 years before

 

Sideways glances there's no need

I won't give you away

I doubt the zealot owners will recall

you looked completely different back 

then but still just as beautiful 

it all came rushing back 

as I saw you waiting in line again 

this time for a Vente espresso and not an abortion

 

Same location

different time

completely fucked up frame of Mind

no matter the method

some day we all will die

 

Sometimes it's such tough decisions

that exact a hefty f*****g toll

luckily for us at that time

there was a place for us to go

 

Were we wrong or were we right

I guess we'll never know

so enjoy your coffee and reminisce

and I'll abstain from telling dead baby jokes

 

Has it really been a decade and a half

since I last saw your face

I'll be scarred forever 

with the image of your distress 

as we walked out into the rain

 

The signs the screams the shame

God's warriors replaced

with hipster coffee beans

and overpriced organic cakes