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There is no misery Quite like black coffee Raised on the sugared **** Of North America A lack of sucrose Indicates a failure of your lifestyle Never mind the diabetes And wasting diseases That come later We are new, now, blank A flat white lying prone Waiting on the fat black footprint Or haphazard dog defecation To sully our facade We'll pretend we earned it Just as long as you pass that sugar.
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC
fair trade is an illusion on the El train.
There is no misery Quite like black coffee Raised on the sugared **** Of North America A lack of sucrose Indicates a failure of your lifestyle Never mind the diabetes And wasting diseases That come later We are new, now, blank A flat white lying prone Waiting on the fat black footprint Or haphazard dog defecation To sully our facade We'll pretend we earned it Just as long as you pass that sugar.
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC
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