Lost 'N' Found

My brain, as it so often does, decided that I should post something. Being a good boy and not wanting to anger the creature in my head I complied. I didn't, however, agree to what I would be posting and so I donned my mental headlamp and went spelunking (is it just me or does that always sound like a dirty act?) into my computer files. My first discovery was a half finished conclusion to a half finished post from some time ago. I promptly closed the window. My second find was all the more interesting though; a file titled confusingly enough as 'CAI ap bactoce'. What could this strange name be? I thought to myself. Is it in code? Or perhaps in another language? I stared at it in wonder, feeling something akin to an adventurer finding a new civilization.
The mouse moved, two clicks, and the file blazed into life. Before me was a rhyme written in my usual two line style. As I read the words a slight sense of recognition overcame me, when suddenly the reason for the curious file name stumbled from the text and slapped me across the face. Balls, I thought. This wasn't some mystery file received via the webnet that would start a chain of events involving shady government agencies, seductive spies, and one would expect a healthy amount of both ninjas and explosions. Nor was it some miracle of science that would bequeath on me fantastic powers, forcing me into some secret war. No, the reason for the words 'CAI ap bactoce' was both mundane and somewhat shameful; I was drunk. Somehow, some-when I had had arrived at my computer after engaging in that timeless act of getting fit-shaced and decided that I should write a poem.
My excitement snuffed out, I finished the thing with two final lines and now ladies and gentleman of the information super highway, with a title that seems most fitting, I give you the poem of note.


CAP ap bactoce

My eyes are closing, mind blank of thought.
Yet a revelation cannot be caught.
It bobs and weaves through muddled brain
From twists and turns it does not refrain.
Answers given are answers lost
Mental strife the constant cost.
Do I speak and risk being stung?
Or stand firm and loosen tongue?
Another rhyme, you say to yourself.
But did I promise anything top shelf?
These lines are simple, those born of booze
And forced through mind begging to choose.
I could go on and rhyme some more;
String words together until I snore.
Instead I'll end this wandering verse
And stop my nonsense before it gets worse.


The most amazing thing about all this? There were no mistakes in the typing or spelling whatsoever. Thanks Drunk-Me.