Oh foreign beans made of caffeine and love, br you never fail me. br What is this, a history paper to get done? br I never fear, for you will always be there br hugging me in your warmth. br br Let me take you in, br Hush now, my sweet, tasty liquid. br The only sound I'll hear tonight is the hum of the br coffeepot and the clicking of br the keys. br br You'll help me write this wretched paper br and give me inspiration, br motivation. br So do your job, Joe, and help br keep my eyes open and fingers typing.