I know what you did Damien
I saw your forgotten corporate cup
once full of unfairly traded ground up beans,
silky, milky faded dreams,
Your steaming cup of unpaid tax
Served on a cardboard platter by smiley, wily barista fiends.
of that sickly sweet, syrupy treat
crushed under your feet.
That you so proudly displayed your name atop a coffee cup
before carelessly casting it aside,
as the brown residue dried
donating it so kindly to the environmental destruction community fund
Without stopping to think
of the impact of your actions,
But I hope you enjoyed your drink.