scatter brain (poem) [freeform]

morning sky a blurry haze
the day quiet as it prolongs one's haze
to the day that start I seek to remember
the last period of my chicken tender
without prime or reason, I continue to write
how my adult life remember, a mental blight
anything on the brain, anything at all
to continue the day, a hazy fall.

and so I wonder aimless, no objective
saying what comes to mine
something of chicken tenders.
i know not why I say this with such repetition
I'm reminded of the clip note.
that Winny VR Brat. who wanted his tendies
a well-deserved snack. how he screamed and fuse
punctuated with each slur
not given the treat he felt he had earned.

i write this poem a cluster to remember
as a offering to the void, they keys a fender
to the lack lust of writing that I've been lacking
to which I can't get the gears a turning or clacking
let this be a start up to the writing community
something to look at, that says I am here
for I might not write in the next year.