This poem is dedicated to all the kids out there who have AD/HD and like me find sitting down for hours to "study" like spending time at Guantanamo Bay.
Distraction Attraction
Distraction attraction
am i attracted to distraction
distraction from homework
distraction from life
distraction from laundry
distraction from distraction
i have a hidden attraction to distraction
moving from place to place
within my soul, within my mind
distraction attraction
what is being?
what is meaning?
to philosophize - getting drunk and talking shit
to think to explore to ratify to exploit
distraction attraction
i have a problem with my attraction to distraction.
distraction attraction.
i have no morals
i have no values
but i do have an attraction to distraction.
i imitate the entire academy
i imitate studying
tangental thought
experiementation the essence of life
college = disaster
privilege = cheating life
pedagogy, pedagogical
care and concern
writing poetry in a fucking coffee shop
food justice rather food injustice
distraction attraction
one day some asshole is gonna read this shit thinking they can crack the "code" or interpret this
interpretation,
interpreting thoughts
a key to distraction atttraction
distraction attraction. just like a bill sitting on capital hill.
or a bill in my wallet waiting to be spent
i think the egg came before the chicken
i also think nature and nurturing work together
distraction attraction
random tangents conected by the dots or the lack thereof.
random bits and pieces
the randomness of distraction attraction.
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