Coffee and Crime

The coin goes in the meter
The clock says it is 4.
Another one goes in.
You think to yourself
Half an hour will be long enough.
The coffee shop is 2 blocks away
The brown door is calling you to
Come and drink coffee.
You walk faster, your legs move
With constant acceleration until
You feel like a blur.
The headache is starting from the
Who would think you could be addicted to caffeine?
You order the latte of your
A leaf made out of foam on the top.
You guzzle it down in a few
Minutes, then order another.
You look at the clock and it says 5:30.
Sprinting once again your legs a
Blur you reach your car, and there lies a ticket.
But it is just a ticket right?
No it is your final ticket, the
Parking ticket that could throw
You in jail.
Who knew it was a crime to get a latte.

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