With A Fixed Commitment Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It's hard to keep one's focus,
Kept centered on a map...
When a giving to distractors,
A snack who have a knack...
To,
Munch upon the ears of those,
With noses to impose...
Their way of throwing wrenches,
In the spoke of rolling wheels.

It's hard to keep one's focus,
Kept centered on a map...
When a giving to distractors,
A snack who have a knack...
To,
Dump their lumps on something smooth,
With a negativity they use.
And hoping that their attitudes,
Circumvents since this is meant.

It's hard to keep one's focus,
When...
Distractors dump their moods,
To...
Circumvent since this meant.
And with a fixed commitment.

It's hard to keep one's focus,
Kept centered on a map...
When a giving to distractors,
A snack who have a knack...
To,
Munch upon the ears of those,
With noses to impose...
Their way of throwing wrenches,
In the spoke of rolling wheels.

It's hard to keep one's focus,
When...
Distractors dump their moods,
To...
Circumvent since this meant.
And with a fixed commitment.