Focus forward,
On this page
My mind and screen are blurred
I need to pick
The text that’s next
Perfection, every word
Alas! Oh yes,
This word is best
It strikes the perfect chord
But wait! I’ll tell
Dude, what the Hell?
You’re on my damn keyboard!
For real, my man
‘Twas funny, yeah
When first your paws would type
But now it’s old
My books have sold
It’s just a cause to gripe
So please, my dude
Stop being rude
Don’t walk across me now
Cause what I type
Creates the hype
That buys your puppy chow
How the World Should Work 