have I become my worst enemy already?

sitting in a cafe in the 7th district
on furniture worth more than me
sipping yogi tea „classic“ edition
wishing I had remembered to order
soy milk instead of cow milk
reading texts on my MacBook
which is considered „vintage“
at least by Apple’s standards
watching an old man reading
his „standard“ instead of
wasting time on my own
but hey, he’s also browsing
Facebook and Instagram so he’s
not an forgotten artifact after all

to make it worse the battery
of my vintage computer
isn’t as good as it used to be