Arse-Bucks

I walk past Starbucks every day
It's on my walk-to-work route
It's full of self-important twats
And arseholes in expensive suits

The uniform-clad baristas
Invite you in with a cheeky wink
Then bill you half the national debt
Just to get a fucking hot drink

But that doesn't stop these morons
They're in and out of there non-stop
It's like they're trying to find out
How many dickheads will fit in a shop

Take your shop and piss off, Starbucks
So your idiot-sanctury I won't pass
Stick your piss-poor lukewarm beverages
Up your over-priced fat arse