Is it the ADHD?
Or is there more wrong with me?
The longer the damn list gets,
The more on my ass I sit

Fucking loser,” I mutter…
Insurmountable clutter
Mocks and snickers as it grows,
The Undone aims to overthrow

Frozen
 by the need of me
None of the things let me be,
The piles nor the people,
Worn hands can’t thread a needle!

Instead of doing “the things,”
To this page I plunge and cling
And now, as I near the end,
Checklist ready, but… NO PEN?!