Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
stacy-del-galloPoems
In our subset of society we worship sweet caramel syrup and double tall soy lattes with extra foam and extra shots of whatever can keep us pumping through marathon long meetings where we meddle in our market’s perception of health savings accounts, a muddle of mindless power point presentations and persistent pencil tapping on a cold granite table top. We cannot blame the young baristas with tattooed arms and early morning smiles for simply slipping us the goods- we must blame the comfortable coffee pushing peddlers with heavy pockets, the evil executives who sit in their soft leather armchairs and export expensive beans from South America. They empty our leather wallets but fill our bladders; offer less calories for a slightly heavier price- only $4.15 for a Grande Caramel Frapuccino Light, so many in our stomach that we undoubtedly will email ourselves into a caffeine induced coma. If we could see the constant account debiting that swarms cyberspace- millions of dollars transferring between molecules- we would drown in the onslaught of dollar bills into the hungry Starbucks black hole that is never full.
0
Mar 31, 2010
Mar 31, 2010 at 12:27 PM UTC
Coffee Worship
In our subset of society we worship sweet caramel syrup and double tall soy lattes with extra foam and extra shots of whatever can keep us pumping through marathon long meetings where we meddle in our market’s perception of health savings accounts, a muddle of mindless power point presentations and persistent pencil tapping on a cold granite table top. We cannot blame the young baristas with tattooed arms and early morning smiles for simply slipping us the goods- we must blame the comfortable coffee pushing peddlers with heavy pockets, the evil executives who sit in their soft leather armchairs and export expensive beans from South America. They empty our leather wallets but fill our bladders; offer less calories for a slightly heavier price- only $4.15 for a Grande Caramel Frapuccino Light, so many in our stomach that we undoubtedly will email ourselves into a caffeine induced coma. If we could see the constant account debiting that swarms cyberspace- millions of dollars transferring between molecules- we would drown in the onslaught of dollar bills into the hungry Starbucks black hole that is never full.
stacy-del-gallo
Written by
stacy-del-gallo
Mar 31, 2010
Mar 31, 2010 at 12:27 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem