We don’t do a great job in this
matter of state
At best when we are listening
it’s sandwiched in with other thoughts
The best we can hope for is to sound intelligent
and hope to hell we don’t get busted for daydreaming
It’s gets worse as get older, thoughts lean towards
drinking or consuming food
It’s a work in progress for we cavemen
But this poem is proof, I’m thinking about it
Some street cred please…
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