Three Minute Attention Span

If reading a poem takes more than three minutes Then most poetry's out of your grasp, Your life's barely a popular song. Might this not explain why other's demands tire you? A symphony has no place on your plane since its Dense rhythms poison you like an asp, And even tennis games can seem long. Other's dubious passion for life can't be true! I can't help but wonder what purpose such lives serve, What evolutionary niche filled By focus so seemingly abstract… The act of leaving a reward all its own. For those of us drawn into your life's subtle curve What chance really our fears might be stilled? Being hired means you're soon to be sacked, No true permanence in any place by your throne. If an engineer's mind's a tumultuous zoo Where almost everything has its place, You're more like a sack full of feathers. You are soft to the touch but quite hard on the mind. The Uncertainty Principle's you through and through, Your reality spreads out through space. Pinning you down just photographs blurs And my memories are all that you've left behind.