Thursday, March 17, 2011

A Footing

My mobile office serves me well
In this day to day
Mobile hell

With my hunting ways
I'm feeling well
In this day to day
Hunting hell

Motivation cramps the hand
While the caffeine is bland
Optimism sits
Atop the thinnest of strands

My mobile office serves me not
In this week to week
Mobile rot

With my thumbs weak
I'm gripping not
This thread to thread
Opportunity sought

Priorities leak the pen
While the nicotine is going to win
My pessimism steps
On the sturdiest of pins


How dare I try
To break my stride
Must keep moving
To keep my pride.

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