Procrastination

The document is open, the page appears barren

My mind feels so empty, but the internet so endless

Another youtube video, with a title that begs me to take a glare in

All these hours of nothing seems senseless

Enough was this, but

I still hadn’t seen that video of the laughing Jabba the Hut

Kill your darlings

Poor little thing

You think that you are the centre of the universe

When in fact you are nothing but an offspring

Rather unlikeable, a curse - could you do any worse?

Poor little thing

You are merely a creation of the content that I produce

You are nothing but a product of my imagination

I had a short moment of letting loose, you only exist for my amuse  

Poor little thing

You are only existing for the moment

No one would hardly miss you

A creation of the poet, a piece that is broken

Dead is author you say

Poor little thing

I’ve been told

That when you’re stuck
And it seems your muse is lost

You must kill your darlings