Don’t know where else in this town I could want to go
to get me a Frappuccino.
There I can hear the sappy music I love but others dread;
I wait for my drink to be made,
and I gaze at overpriced pastries with a glaze
I need sugar and caffeine so I can come alive.

There’s a Starbucks everywhere my eye
should fall; it gives me comfort knowing
that there’s one nearby

There’s a Starbuck’s where I can imbibe
a luscious drink that will please me
and the assembled tribe.

Before me there is one and I view it;
I will got into it.
It is where I do fit.

My face is buried in my phone—that’s what I do
when I text the others in my crew.
They’re sitting just across the table and clearly in view.
Into my sugar-laden pastry I bite
and wash it down with this liquid delight.
I come here to escape my daily plight.

There’s a Starbucks everywhere my eye
should fall; it gives me comfort to know
one’s always nearby

There’s a Starbuck’s where I can imbibe
a luscious drink that will please me
and those with whom I jibe

Before me there is one and I view it;
I will got into it,
I need not review it.

There’s a Starbucks everywhere my eye
should fall; I’m oh so happy because
one’s always nearby

There’s a Starbuck’s where I can imbibe
a luscious drink that will please me;
I will enter sans bribe.

Before me there is one and I view it;
I will got into it.
Even though they brew shit.