This is a Fortnum & Masons coffee
For those whos noses are toffee.
I drank it very slowly
It made me feel quite lowly.
The bill said three pounds fifty
Today I wasn’t being thrifty.
It’ll probably never happen again
A one-off coffee Zen.
In the end, frankly, it wasn’t worth it
It all went towards a hefty profit.
Supporting the facade of a wealthy Britain
Who, in reality, is bankrupt and selfish.
It took ten minutes for the drink to arrive
With milk, water and a mini ice-cream on the side.
Missing a spoon, another had to be lent
Just before the bill was sent.
I paid for two cups of coffee with a card
Leaving the shop wasn’t in any way hard.
An experience to add up under my belt
In an environment, an outsider I felt.
I continue to wonder how we spend our profit
On things that have no value or benefit.
Supporting a system where greed is rewarded
And the disadvantaged continually ignored.
The things of true value, by this world side-lined
We catch the glitter of it’s passing fripperies inclined
To undercut this layer of society in deep malase
Is the purpose of those who differently appraise.
It’s just a cup of coffee, I hear you say
Sold to all sorts of people everyday.
The realisation that coffee isn’t the end
Makes me think again and my position defend.
