Oh empty coffee mug

How I miss your contents

They tasted so good

And kept me alive through noon

Oh empty coffee mug

Why do you hate me so?

How I miss your contents

I shouldn't have let them go

Now it's four pm

And I don't have the slightest whim

Of how to keep myself alive

Till five

There is no vending machine

With high sugar drinks

And people keep calling

With their menial problems

So I can't get up and buy myself

Another coffee

Nothing can replace what you once held,

empty coffee mug.

Literally.

I really am dying here.