A.D.D.


My teacher told me I got A.D.D.
I guess that means I'm good at math.
But what about the animals man?
I mean sometimes I wish I could tell them to shut their can.
I mean who needs school, I could use a tan.
And what about girls there's a reason to show up
But this cafeteria food makes me wanna throw up
Wait I just need to focus.
On the locust,
Coming right for us!
So many thoughts and ideas
Yet so little space
No choice on what's erased
But you know cats are soft
Oh damn my thoughts are aloft
But you know, at least I'm good at math.

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