A name on a cup is what I saw
Spelled out so boldly on the ground
Who had drunk the liquid contents
No longer seemed to be around
The name was blurred so I couldn’t read
I’d never know if lady or man
I just knew the cup was now trash
A solitary memorial for a Starbuck’s fan
What is it that makes us so entranced
To spend such amounts for some coffee
Look how much money we’d each save
If we’d only change our drink to tea
I picked up the cup and threw it away
Cursing no name for being bereft of thought
After all if they can wait 20 minutes for coffee
They could take the seconds to toss the cup they bought
