I Wrote This At Starbucks Poem by Chance Foreman

Starbucks stole my soul
And drugged me with yuppie crack.
In my eyes
Addiction has reached new highs
Surprise!
The senile soul
at the inconvenient store
buys toothpicks to pick at angry sores
left by memories footprints.
While the pied piper
with chalk in hand
creates magnificent
and intricate games of hopscotch
And adults as well as children
jump through the ring of fire
and come out
with faces that can only laugh at the misfortune of all,
With light beer in hand
they climb into their big bright red automobile
and roar off to their
front row seats
at the destruction of the world.