X-ray man has his boots on a crate,
Howling about his supposed date:
Laptop, fluids and pax stop-start
For AI glances and not so smart.
In Boots there's a woman restoring herself
With tasters and samples from every shelf.
Some Malaga boys are owning the bar
And probably won't get terribly far.
Middle management in a midnight suit
Looks like he longs to telecommute.
Chewing in sync, the local outsource
Use starbucks of course, with Hobson of course.
A smug looking man with his phone like a spy
Flicks away if you catch his eye
(Which is always, so now you're wondering why).
The modern hunchbacks of everywhere,
Connected to anywhere but here,
Frowny boy and girl in a mood,
Curtain hair and headphones glued,
Immune to absolute and rude,
Pick at overpriced unspecial food.
24/7 there's always more...
Fancy and common but never poor.