Calling at 3 in the morning, insistant "Pay attention to me!"
Then again at 3:30 . . .
And at 4:00 . . .
Then of course in the middle of the class . .
In the middle of a test in class, no less
A thousand ideas flood you all at once,
Then the spickett is shut and there is only
the occasional
drip
drip
of thought
beginning and ends, no middles, of course
plots by the jillians or none at all,
constant voices, characters crying for attention
"Use me!"
- "No! Me!"
Bickerbicker, chitterchat,
No peace at all!
What would I do without them?
Die of boredom probably.
