fuck you. And starbucks.

I'm a barrista bitch, i brew bold black brews. I do caffeine consumption like fox fabricates news.

I'm vegan, but i'll still give your bitch my bone, if she brought you to the show tonight, you can walk your ass home//and cry about it while you beat your fist... like Michael Jackson after he watches Oliver Twist.

I'm a vegan, straight edge, anarcho-feminist. Which makes me a hypocrite if you bought into anyathis.

But thats okay, i write these poems to play with... mediocre shit, that i hope to get laid with.

and don't knock it man, it worked one time... i'm too shy to talk to girls, so i rhyme...

Let them be the ones to break the ice... then drop mad game 'bout how their hair looks nice...

Then at the end of the night, i'll still go home alone, and shoot your mom a call on my cellular phone...

cause i'm serious when i say that i get no play, and if i want it my way, sometimes i gotta pay//and your mom's a cheap treat that can't be beat and i'm better off than beatin my meat...

Okay. I get it. I took this joke further than most... SOoo tip the barristas and thank the host...

And big ups to Baxters... oh, and i got one last thing to say...

Buy some coffee mother fuckers. and have a nice day.