Challenge
Write a sarcastic poem about first world problems.
Starbucks
Only few people are familiar with this feeling
It's a misfortune for us and sometimes it's like a curse
Others won't realize I'm not as fortunate as they are.
They don't know the feeling of being let down constantly.
It's more than enough
These are the times where it's tough
Trust me I know
Starbucks isn't even open 24/7
I stand,
dehydrated,
outside the Starbucks door
Staring at the store hours
How selfish and corrupt
Why should I have to make my own coffee?
I may never be in peace if I have to wake up and use my own hands to do something that I want
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