Over the keyboard, i stare at the screen
scrolling through notes and punching the keys
jobs getting done but it doesn’t seem to ease
nervously placing my hands to the face
taking a bite and i’m getting a taste
personal toothpicks begin to create
not a sports reference nor description of...
Yeah, sometimes i got occasional pop
but to change the subject right now
unable to stride, conditions worse in time
give them a decent mound
made! Of! Dirt!
