Thursday, 6 September 2007

A Poem for the Short Attention Span

I sit and stare
as a fart escapes my butt,
Oh darn it's tough
trying to mould my attention
into a trustworthy sword
that slices and evades
all distractions that come my way.


Yes my battle still lies with my vagabond brain, not the books. Sob.

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