I slurp my coffee
Like a baby suckling a bottle
Brain…is…so…slow…
My occupation leaves me wanting
I am without talent
Brain…is…so…slow…
The clock ticks
Much louder than I can think
Brain…is…so…slow…
How many hours, days, years left
Of this jumbled mess?
Brain…is…so…slow…
Focus, focus, focus
On this life you’ve chosen
Brain…is…so…slow…
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