This drink, it sucks
it tastes like muck
i want my money back
its way to small
throw it agents the wall
and watch it all explode
i should have gone to starbucks
because this drink, it sucks
now i want a refund!
{i just told my friend that i got a crappy tims drink so she said to write about it, so this is one of my sillier poems. or maybe its really deep and you just don't know it. maybe instead of a drink, I'm talking about life.}
