StarbucksA Poem by ThegoodgatasbyMy war on starbucks
Today I went to Starbucks.
I bought 1 drink and lost £5. When I tried to order, you made me look a fool. Today I went to Starbucks, a coffee shop with a language of its own, you call a 'Large' a 'Venti', correcting me confidently, how arrogant of me to assume English was a given in my native town. So god I ask you Starbucks, I come here to escape, please will you just leave me, make my drink, don't ask my name. I do not like your smiling, or your familiarity. Why must it be so stressful to grab a cup of tea.
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Added on February 15, 2015 Last Updated on February 15, 2015 AuthorThegoodgatasbyLiverpoolAboutNew writer, trying a few ideas out and finally putting pen to paper, or finger to key, feedback gladly received- if that's how this works. more..Writing
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