Christians can’t drink Starbucks
It was a close call. But fortunately, before I slurped my next Grande Verona I saw the light: emanating, as it was, from the glistening brow of evangelist David...
It was a close call. But fortunately, before I slurped my next Grande Verona I saw the light: emanating, as it was, from the glistening brow of evangelist David...
Yeah, I live fairly close to the hipbone of culture. At least I can feel the haute from here. Not that this has anything to do with what I’m about to tell...
This poem is intended for single use only and is taken entirely and only from the copy on a Starbucks cup, with sleeve. No words were omitted or wasted in the m...