Arrgh! Mutter Mutter!
Coffee maker is now dead
I must go without.

How can I survive
Without my needed caffiene?
I know not how to.

A "Sizzle, pop" smoke
And the little red light dimmed
And that was the end.

I sob and I cry
Knowing that I must make do
With something called water.

I am so depressed
What shall I ever do now?
Without my coffee?