Stimulants
Doctor! Doctor! Please help me find the locus,
Of anything I see,
Between my peripheral lack of focus,
My favorite cheese is brie.
Fill my script for amphetamines,
For my mind cannot see the rhyme,
Nor reason in anything that I've seen,
For I'm trapped behind, inside another time.
Locked in repeated stimulation,
Of prior thoughts I've already had,
Instead of being freed by participation,
In what the present has to to add.
So doctor, doctor! Please help me find the locus,
Of anything I see,
Between my peripheral lack of focus,
Hey, what's that up in the tree?
Copyright © B. Joseph Fitzsimons | Year Posted 2017
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