Tim Hortons Scuffle Poem by Nick krakana

Charge up your card automatically

And Timmies sneaks by directly

Into your account they go

In front of the heat and light bill you know



Ah but its healthy they say 

Egg whites from a factory down the way

No need to stand in a line up no more

Just idle your car till you get to the door



Did I see the guy behind me cough

Sorry my truck is idling rough

Kind of like my system craving this stuff

No wonder why I huff and puff



A doctor drives by with a high five

Noting the customers in the drive

Carotid arteries and guts that don't work

Noting the faces for his next shift at work