Try it again poem
Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry

sporadic wisdom,

where are my glasses?

Ah, my world full of fools,

maybe read the instructions,

seems they came with the tools,

what was that in the corner?,

behave, keep your stool,

I know what I'm doing certainly,

I'm sure its as simple as you are,

why are you giggling?

you're hopeless at figuring

so this adds up to another mere distraction,

as this piece goes into that,

the part over here,

this parts the red sea,

that part's in your hair?

I'm busy dammit,

get back over there,

I have to screw this into one of these,

not you,  guffawing so loud,

you don't make this easy,

this tab went out to the crowd,

that seems to be growing by one,

as you're the wise one,

this may never get done,

seems we've run out of verse.

I don't know,

if its not your mooning,

I don't know what is worse,

you're critique,

or you swooning,

with crossed eyes so I see,

whatever it was you asked me to look at,

where assembly is not required.

just something I guess,

well retired or whatever,

such you get what you want,

a new mechanic.

if desired

don't panic,

yellow pages here somewhere.

Oh, never mind, I see you fixed it.

Now you want to what,

No, I have to do this now,

fixed that too,

give me my other glasses,

we'll see about that,

hmmmmm,

well, how about that cat. 

ok, we'll go to your next project,

that pillow looks fine,

and that one is mine, move over.