Trying to Focus!; poem

Trying to Focus!

I know this is ground that I’ve trod before,

But so help me, it’s really the way things are,

And I can’t stop talking about it

I wake up, and pc (pre coffee) it’s tough

For me to think straight, or crooked, or even at all!

But does that stop me? Not a chance!

I’ll try to slop something down,

But I really shouldn’t; later, when I’m rereading it

I think, “what?” What was the point I was trying to make?

Was I trying to write it so aliens could understand?

Because I sure don’t!