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The force of my thoughts is a force to report,
Attention, no Deficit, Hyperactive, no Disorder, call it slaughter
when Hyperfocus onslaughts play hocus pocus with my thoughts,
a tornado, a hurricane a monsoon loom and taunt
a brainstorm of sorts in a sonic boom I'm caught.

My brain storms forth at a level that's unstoppable,
my thoughts think thought bubbles and they're unpoppable.

I'm not stumped I'm leaves and branches,
stretching wide across the countryside to ranches,
this Hyperfocus advantage never disappoints
growing higher than high to give me vantage points.

The results double, quadruple then orgies of thoughts form before me,
the capabilities of my abilities wear a cape, the possibilities gape,
encaged within curtains I drape never to escape,
used to upstage when captured on the page, I'm crazed.....

If impossible bodge it into possible logic that suits and pleasures 
and wears like measured, so it can't be refuted 
like, I could tutor computers at supersonic speeds
then loot them and tease to then sell products for their needs.

I don't brainstorm I live in a tropical climate,
take a topic to its peak, the point of climax,
others get thirsty as they trek with bad backs,
I climb a vertical style 
then shimmey back,
I'm versatile, 
writing a while the funny the vile the white the black that's right I yack.

Crab walking, left to right,
I use the left to write
and the right to fight,
I've a bilateral might, that's actual,
no dominant side to my mind, that's factual,
level hemispheres, 
left the devil dabbles here,
on the right side, 
I'm Mr. Brightside in a heavenly atmosphere.

Split personalities blitz out of me, but with domination equal 
I can nominate between being two people,
evil and lethal or kind and peaceful,
and I'm aware of it so I'm not Schizo,
I control the visits and the quick skit shows.

This ADHD's got to alienate me,
who needs friends when you've got imaginary,
they never badger me get mad at me be bad to me and see the sad unseen,
so you think I'm obscene, 
do you know what to me that means?
It's like a pubestash on the upper lip of teens.

They think ADHD is a disease,
well disease me please,
I rhyme like the Queen Bees knees,
accelerating speed like a blast but not to fast to now freeze. 

I'm going now to write a meaningful poem,
better than this pointless dribble that leaves your mind blowing.
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