(To the tune of “My Favorite Things” from “The Sound of Music”)
By Earl P. Holt III
Starbucks adores everyone but “the Right”:
It’s getting its just desserts in its new plight.
Swamped by black vagrants and hustlers and pimps;
It soon caved and pandered ‘cause its run by wimps.
Reverend Jesse done taught them his one trick;
Liberals are easy marks when you “hit a lick.”
White guilt and privilege makes them cave fast;
Won’t know what hit them ‘til the bad PR’s past.
Deadbeats and vagrants, malodorous homeless;
Sure love clean bathrooms, but make them a foul mess.
Loud, crude and pushy, more black spectacles;
Just a jive shake-down where there’s no testicles.