Coffee shop blues.
Sat in a coffee shop,
Listening to peoples blues,
Everybody moaning,
About what? I have no clue.
Acting very important,
Make sure you're sitting straight,
People and their coffees their laptops and their cake.
How we take it for granted,
This life our love of food,
25 000 die a day starving,
Yet... what? do we really do!
Is there? enough,
There is plenty!
As you chuck it in the bin,
Well I'll just grab an African child,
And stick it's black head in.
Oh my... did THAT? offend you,
I do apologise.
Yor drink your coffee and eat your cake,
And let the 25 000 a day,
DIE.
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