Venti Chai with Cold Foam
I went to Starbucks this morning,
it makes me sick with regret,
now my morals I am mourning,
And I hate the drink I get.
I want to be more punk,
Minimalist and spikes adorning,
so i ditched all my stuff,
but still get Starbucks, how boring.
I rant and I rave about how i hate the 1%
i say lower taxes and drop the inflation,
But i still get the chai with milk 2%
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