FUCK POETRY. I originally wrote a series of seven or eight haikus. It was a lot of work actually, but when I went to save it, WordPress had logged me out and erased most of it. What’s posted here is all that was left after WP ate yet another post. I take it as a sign that I’m not supposed to write poetry. This isn’t a haiku and it doesn’t even rhyme, but whatever.

O, divine nectar,

Sweet black joy in a cup.

You are not for everyone;

Only some know your charming wiles.

Away with your drugs!

I need no such stimulus;

Just give me sweet, black joy.

In a post-apocalyptic landscape,

You are the first thing I would miss.

Society can take its electricity and plumbing,

And shove it;

As long as I have you, coffee,

And lots of ammunition,

The world will be alright.

High fucking five.