Observations of a barista

I might be a slave with corporate chains

But you're a slave to fleeting masters

Who change with every new trend

This job taught me to hate you

and your tik tok drinks

I don’t even need to know you to know that I loathe you

for the extra work you give me

I just want to make it through my day

But you seem so adamant that you want me to spit in your cup

Maybe I'm a cynic or maybe this job has turned me into a critic

I'll mutter my silent revulsion at your sugary creation

Hope you choke on it

-J.Doune