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Whipped Cream

I have watched the changing of the guard for repeated days now
And they still ask me if I want whipped cream.
Nothing is the flavor of the month any longer.
No longer are they employees of a higher service in my eyes
But rather providers of benevolent goods known only as
I am a Starbucks junkie.
They no longer blurt out “Have a nice day”
But rather tell me that tomorrow they will see me again.
The friendly smiles given to customers is no longer mine
For I am no longer just a customer,
But a regular.
I am like Sam,
Commenting on people’s selections
And organizing sugar packets and bulletin fliers on my way out.
I am a Starbucks junkie.
Light whipped cream and extra caramel.


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