Multitasking’s not for me.
I struggle every time
Someone says to work on three
Or four things at a time.
To say it drives me crazy
Is to sorely understate it.
My mind gets awfully mazy,
So much I can’t relate it
To anything on firmer ground
Than one more fleeting thought.
I don’t see things or hear strange sounds,
But, still, it makes me hot
Cause I cannot control my lack
Of solid concentration.
And all it takes to make it slack
Is seeking penetration
Of any subject more complex
Than third-grade education.
I bite my tongue and force a hex—
A wicked incantation.