The morning joe
That you don't drink,
At home, will flow
Down through your sink
To later meet
The coffee poured
Straight down a street-
Drain when you board
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Your bus. Their slime
Pollutes the same,
But one's a crime,
One gets no blame ...
The law's designs
Are out of bounds—
For coffee fines,
There are no grounds!
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