You’d Think They Think But They Don’t

Buddy had a friend he thought of once

Once he was given a reason.

See, thinking without reason

Is treason for his brain.

An unnecessary drain.

And he cannot make it rain

While so distracted.

And so he practiced

Dividing those thoughts

By the number of friends

Thinking of each one less.

But, when he did, the rest

Would dissappear into the

Blue sky cleared

Of everything or anything else.

This one damn thing

Was all he could bring

Himself to ponder

While outside, yonder

Was a great big nothing world.