Two households, both align in new craving,
In coffee houses, where we lay our scene,
From ancient sludge break to novel braving,
Where civil bloods brew concoctions from beans.
For as these foes in strife fight and inveigh
A pair of Starbuck’s lovers take their life;
While Juliet likes Pumpkin Spice Lattes
Romeo’s dark roast dependence is rife.

Is there a law without a crime?
There’s gravity in that thought.