Such a Multitasker

Look at me and my many hands
I'm at the door and holding three screens
On the fly and on my face
With a cell hanging off the hinges of my lobes
 
A head oozing nightmares and dreams
A bag and a box
Lunch to go
And a hat about to blow away
 
Damp book between my pearly creams
And this brolley for the rainy day
A knapsack dagging off my back
Keys to twist and bills to pay
 
Post Office slips to quick redeem
Unresolved grievances to turn
Pains that want to scream
A tissue to stop my runny nose
And butterfly nets swiping inside
That make my stomach churn 
 
No extremity is free
My feet feel devils burn
I better have every thing I need
I don't have time to return