Starbucks

Starbucks

A Poem by Thegoodgatasby
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My war on starbucks

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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.

© 2015 Thegoodgatasby


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Added on February 15, 2015
Last Updated on February 15, 2015

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Thegoodgatasby
Thegoodgatasby

Liverpool



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New 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..

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