They blamed the cobwebs,
that build on the web space,
or the internet.
Who know how it works,
the cogs that spin the spiders,
crawling over webs.
I regret a lot,
mostly the things done today,
or rather, not done.
The coffee tastes good,
hot and hitting a good spot,
that ‘ll be my mouth.
Work uninspires me,
and drags me backwards slowly,
drowning in work mud.
Just one more attempt,
to write a perfect haiku.
That is what I think.
