it’s all gone

It was a scary morning at the office.

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He pushed on the lever, it sputtered in spurts,
He pushed even harder, his hands and arms hurt.
He ran to the grinder and found it was empty,
nothing was left where once there was plenty.
With the juice he had left he ran to the cabinet,
his eyes saw nothing, but his brain wouldn't have it.
He sent the p0, all hands on deck,
His knees both wobbled, his nerves were a wreck.
He flipped over tables, he emptied the drawers,
"OH GOD PLEASE HELP US, THERE'S GOT TO BE MORE!"
"SOMEONE GET SANDRA! QUICK CALL THE COPS!"
His blood-caf level took precipitous drops.
"Errr brown M&M's?!? That just might work..",
the grinder jammed up, it crunched and it jerked.
He chugged all the decaf, he had nothing to lose,
His feet felt like bricks inside of his shoes.
It'd been fifteen minutes, he could take it no more,
And with the last of his will he let out a roar,
"BRING IN THE ARMY AND THE THREE MUSKETEERS!!!!"
ᵒʰ, ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳᵐᶦⁿᵈ. ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉˡᶦᵛᵉʳʸ ᶦˢ ʰᵉʳᵉ