You choose to walk to 7-11
for a bottle of Starbucks
when you are nearly late
When you hold that cool bottle
as you rushed for your first lesson
you daydream about the yummy fluid
running down your throat
When you reach the class
the moment the bags are down
you ripped off the plastic seal
"pop!" the pleasure's found
When the brown fluid flows
Then anything goes
Till the very last drop
I'm done with my dose
P.S I reached on time though.
I know I should be saying that I need God in my life every day, but it does seem that I need Starbucks more.
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