"Starbucks Makes the World Go Round
You pick your savor, your size, your shots, one, two, and three
Your tall caramel latte tastes like money to me.
You sip without thinking what is tingling against your lips
And it crawls and it slides downhill your neck to your hips.
The taste may be sugary, may be searing, may be sour
But your spendy swallow will be gone in less then a half of an hour
Your appealing emerald Starbucks cup cost you 2 gallons of gas
As the recession is raising those prices will not last
Your breakfast becomes cheaper; you may think it's a save
But who is the industry helping now anyway,
Themselves or the citizens who pays
But go ahead and continue to purchase from that trendy café
Because with competition rising they'll take your order any day
It's convenient for you, we are the people
But a Starbucks on every curve doesn't make all coffee shops equal
Your cup now sits in the trashcan; you could have at least recycled
But, I understand, you wouldn't want to delay your precious morning cycle."
I liked everything about this poem. The word choice and the points made across thru out. The irony laying in each line. After this who knows when my next starbucks will be? Only if it were free maybe? GRADE A WORK, OOF!
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