Tidbits of a Toddler

When I am bored and find nothing new
Open up my laptop as an usual chore
Words are befuddled in a tranquil quill
And gibberish chords are brewed often.

Do not testify my unmotivated talks
Since I am no master of crafty words
I just brew what boils in my brains
Random yet legit deficits.

Often I am jealous, mostly carefree
Like a musical chair my thoughts flow by
Symmetry gives me endless joy
While shades of life fails to amuse me.

The brutish dogs bog on a shore
Racism cries in some far away land
Futility farce of melancholic hues
Tides me up in a fatal fate of dullness.