Can your cerebellum feel the sear
Of the flames from my eyes?
I abort your motor control,
Your fingers paralyzed.
Your ludicrous gaming,
I have important work that requires that outlet,
Power emailing that needs powering.
Facebook messages that must be sent,
Twitter catch-up, news reading, efforts global.
I banish thee and thy mobile
From this Barnes & Noble.
I overcame the hurricane,
Left my dark home,
Trees falling around me,
Gusts of wind pummeling,
Now you’re here bumbling?
I bought this grande Starbucks to fuel my efforts,
Get out of that socket,
Or meet my left-hook rocket.
Your insidious cord blocks my way.
You win this battle,
But you can’t kill my morale.
A new plan of attack:
Making my way down Midlo to the Golden Corral.