At Full Price
Salty tastebuds are now aghast,
I am left with this stark contrast.
The coffee went cold way too fast,
a minute passed, a minute passed.
Already chilled and filled with ice,
the temp couldn’t be more precise.
What it sorely lacked? A bit of spice.
Bland at full price, bland at full price.
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