If I had a coffeehouse

If I had a coffeehouse, this would be my motto:
“A frightened clientele is an obedient clientele.”
Or perhaps:
“A nervous clientele is a loyal clientele.”
I’d spray my customers with hormones as they
walked through the door.
To mark them.
I’d control the colors they wore.
I’d make the colors dance for me.
Dance pretty colors, dance!
The lemonade would always
be out of season.