Focused Poem by H.M. Gautsch

It's that time again.

Another banger, another rhyme,

Another lesson in this poetic mind.

With that hip-hop vibe.

I'm focused a hundred percent,

Like I'm popping in that Ritalin.

No, really, I'm popping that Ritalin.

To tame my A.D.D. habits.

Because God forbid if I ever get side tracked

Once again.

This is my calling.

To empower my weaknesses with my strengths.



I'm focused.

This is my moment.

I'm focused.

This is your only notice.



Artists respect this.

Because I know how to keep it trill,

Respectful and true.

I speak what's on my mind,

But first, I listen, comprehend,

And understand other walk of lives before I stand.

Before I speak my views and experiences.

This is my business.

If I haven't walked in your shoes,

I keep it hush; I don't act like I know.

Because I don't need to act a fool,

To fit in with any kind of crew.



I'm focused.

This is my moment.

I'm focused.

This is your only notice.



I keep it positive, I shine my own light.

I stay focused in my own fight.

I'm ready for the final round,

I'll return to use my mixed martial arts exercise.

To squash those who want to criticize.

Because I am too focused.

To allow anyone to try to tell me how to live my life.

I am too focused to live any kind of lie.

It's time to turn up the levels,

It's time to maximize.

You can call me a pesticide.



I'm focused.

This is my moment.

I'm focused.

This is your only notice.



2014©H.M. Gautsch