All I could muster
Pink is bold and girlie.
Girls are bold until they grow breasts and hips.
Hips are for bumping and grinding.
Grinding your own beans makes you a connoisseur of coffee.
Coffee wakes you, sometimes shakes you.
You are here for a short time.
Time is short.
Time is fleeting.
Time is of the essence.
Time is running out.
It’s dark outside. Winter is soon.