In this Boston Starbucks,
I know because the song playing says so,
But I don't care that much,
I'm immune to these messages of joy,
These purchasing prompters,
It's a shame that buying can't be forgot,
I don't think that's what humans were made for.
We're made for loving each other so that,
We can keep on growing,
Making cool stuff that improves the world,
And improves our knowing,
We've attached some value,
Completely exterior to all things,
As if nat'rly it was always meant to!