'coffee and poetry'

well. with no mention of the time. oh! how poetic of me. i feel very wasted. i am out of coffee! but if i get up to make some more, i'll have to turn off 'Rudie can't fail' and that would we terrible. at the time it was terrible. but i had 6 cups. we ran out of half//half and whipped cream, and whole milk [half//half backup] so i had nothing to put in my coffee. which isn't a bad thing. but the coffee i have is disgusting, so i need to add something. i decided to add instant coffee mix. at first it was bad, but by the second cup it became really good. its sweet, then its really really bitter and i really like it. i was thinking of spiking it with wine, to add an extra twang, but now i'm out and i can't. i was thinking about what to title this entry. i was thinking ' 'coffee and peotry' ' then i thought i wrote a poem a day or 2 ago. i showed it to will and he liked some of it. i don't know if ill put it on DA. needs some editing fo sho.

here 'goes

and having that said,
who is to blame?
we've all been here

but for all that we've seen,
who is left to be the other?
we have no one left at the crime

the soot won't clear,
the skys may not open
and then this might not end

now the arrow keeps going
we fall back into out crevasses
since nothing has ended yet

and we tried to get up
oh! we could have seen
thats all that we know

but the control will go,
we keep our eyes on the door
then, we might have had an idea

the victim is thrown back to his corner
us to our cells
perpetrators just the same



edit:
the correct answer to my poll is the last answer. you thought it was just a poll, but actually it was a mind game. be afraid


edit2:
i'm moving on to tea. without caffeine. oh the humanity!