The people just stood with stoic emotion
Waiting to order their favorite coffee drink
Though similar refreshment cost less elsewhere
They preferred the expensive taste or so they did think
But poor Manuel who toiled for long hours
Didn’t care who bought or used his beans
He just knew that they all bought his crop
Sold to the spoiled for a thousand times it seems
Manuel didn’t care that he made so little
When compared to what the green monster paid
He just knew that he charged half as much
For others to experience the coffee he made
Sure he knew that his crop was renowned
It was served in over a thousand stores
But all he cared was that it tasted good
A fitting testimony to the success of his chores
Alas the poor Americans were but fools
For their coffee money built him a scam
They simply provided Manuel a fitting cover
To camouflage growing drugs on the lam
So as you drink that special brew
Manuel thanks you for your helping part
Insuring drugs make it through our back door
