I pour the water into it's slot,
The coffee placed in it's filter home,
Close the top, push the button, and watch it go.
The machine hisses and puffs,
I grab the sugar and cream,
Patiently waiting for the ending.
When the machine dings,
I take the pot and pour the warm liquid in the cup.
The dark liquid that gives me life,
Sits in it's yellow cup with a smile.
Make it sweet so I'm not such a bastard for the morning hours,
Should I run out, pray because I'll stop being sunshine and flowers.
But should I finish it at a happy time,
I promise you all, that I'll last until night.
