This is not my poem
It's my problem
Like solving equations
Using alien numbers
And imaginary math
I have so many things to do today
And I don't want to do anything
But its okay
I learned long ago to not complain
Nobody really cares about your problems anyway
And no man should spend all his time *******
Leave that to the dogs
I just need to focus

Find an outside source of strength
And combine it with my inner
Count my blessings
I have many
More to come
I'm in good humor
I'm a loaded rifle
And I'm aiming at the world
But someone will speak
And I'll slip into a dream
I could never focus
My laser beam

It's my problem