I was going to read my friend’s play
during eighth period
I read the character’s page
then I saw Mike walk in…
and I got distracted

I was trying to do my equine homework
but MSN was on
and Mike was IMing me
I typed that there was work to do…
and I got distracted

Sitting in the senior lounge
I smell the French Toast
that they sell on Wednesdays
I try to pay attention
to what my friends are saying
but the delicious sweetness
wafts through to my nose
and I get distracted

FaceBook is an addiction
“you are a FaceBook *****.”
that’s me
I was doing my homework
on the computer
but there were ponies on FaceBook
and I got distracted

I try not to let it happen
I try to do my work
but there’s always that little detail
that catches my eye
and I get distracted.

talking to my friends
trying to have a serious conversation
never works
because I tune it out
and I get distracted

I sat down to think about
and write this poem
but I got… wait… what?