There's too much information to take in!
I look around and my head feels dizzy;
My eyes ache invitations to turn in,
Tune out, drop off. Bed appeals to lazy
Mammals like us, especially when boozy;
We simply can't cope, just have to escape
To some dark, warm and freshly dug maze we
Can call a womb, groping, crawling, our shape
A foetus. Am I tired from too much sleep?
Computer screen fired up with ads flashing;
Cupboards crammed entirely with law cases;
I'd love them all to catch fire. How to keep
From going mad? Do less? But that's a sin!
There's no flowing upstream. Swim! Keep busy.
Mon 10 Mar 2008
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