Table Hogs

They invade the cafe at first light Then with latte and laptop held tight They seize tables for four To let go nevermore So all others drink coffee upright With a bored intellectual stare That one hankers to be Molière If he's writing a play For a hit on Broadway Then its plot must involve Solitaire One's quite the scientific young chap For which typing is no handicap He must write his thesis By psychokinesis Cause the keyboard gets hardly a tap That one with the big apple fritter Is researching a mental transmitter He's receiving the thoughts Of strange cosmonauts Transferred through Facebook and Twitter Perhaps you will think I'm pretentious And more than a little contentious But it's just a disgrace To monopolize space And I think that's the general consensus