I may not be as good a poet as I am a prose writer, but about a month ago, the title of this came to my head, and here it came...

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"Black Cup Coffee"

By Roger Smith

I stare into my coffee

What do I see?

Dreams I should be having

The android who awakened me

Its darkness deep inside

Of longings to be free

Inside the regular mug

Today a different view

The enemies of this city

And what I should do

Ideas floating away

Like its stream that I blew

The reflection of my own

Are those really my eyes?

In the deep recesses

I only find cries

The children who once lived

And believed all those lies

A stirring of flavour

The end always stronger than the start

Wonderings of why this must be

The contrary beatings of my heart

Faster now than ever before

Because I have played my part

Waves forming in the cup

A rumbling from outside!

Bottles shatter--my favorite wine!

In the coffee I cannot hide

Yet my ears pierce with every one

Of an ugly mechanical stride

The glasses are dropped

Readied to rid the city of this slime

A new rumble enters the scene

Certainly the moment is prime

And the world shall hear the shout

BIG O! SHOWTIME!