DRIVEN TO DISTRACTION

One laptop, one woman, too many tabs

Whenever I sit at my desk
Determined to do this,
I’m certain in five minutes flat
I’ll think I should do that.
I pivot to the other task,
To get on with my that.
But then the this I left behind
Insists I’ve lost my mind.
Whereupon I switch back again
To tend the nagging this,
But that keeps jumping up and down,
Convinced he’s more profound.
All day I pootle back and forth,
My laptop feels quite sloshed.
Is that in this or this in that?
Oh no, it's gone and crashed! 




And now I'm off to do that...


With love and gratitude,

Francesca xx


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