Interstate Relations Over Coffee

January 28, 2014

I met this girl who lives on the West Coast

but doesn’t think it’s the Best Coast.

Too much weed and valley girl, she said.

I met this girl who lives in Jersey

and she said it was like living in a shit hole.

But with affluence, conservatism, and a high sales tax.

I met this guy from Nashville

who said it’s great to live there.

Unless you date a girl from the North,

then you’ll hate it.

But hey, no weed or sales tax, he said.

Sipping my iced coffee, I thought

I’m from Georgia

and unless you like Waffle House

It’s fucking terrible.

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