Procrastination

"Parting wetly, his lips shone, desirous-"
Rapture in words, then the sudden blue death.
Of course. Pages of gold, wiped by virus,

Computers crash, spiteful, luck of Macbeth.
Rev up the machine, start typing anew,
And find inspiration as dry as Tolkien.

Stay writing! It's been worth it hitherto….
Take a short break to refill on caffeine.
Interesting. three hours dead online.

Not to worry, no, don’t whine.
An hour passes, and you sense decline.
Tears fall. You know you're doomed: once the work stops

Illusion of progress remains, but you,
Outcast, are doomed to life with rags and mops,
Now, forever literary taboo.