concussive crashes
in metallic clangs
mar a morose morning
spent online training

i seek any
sort of distraction
from this moribund
malaise where i
half assedly
pretend to pay attention

clicking next
overandoverandover
until a quiz
challenges what
has been skimmed
as i contemplate
how often the phrase
those who do not
learn from history
are doomed
to repeat it
has been coined
before being forgotten
as the next cycle begins

more interesting than
the new part number
for a clutch gapping gauge
or whatever insidious
word salad nonsense
the robot voice
patiently tries to impart

just have to prevent
myself from daydreaming
of gently whispering
happy birthday to her
at midnight tonight
and find some focus
for the magnanimous task
of passing this course