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Last Straw
Last Straw
To ditch my commitments there is a persistent itch
Whatever happened to my persistent nature there is more of a glitch.
Unable to resist temptation I succumb
In my restlessness, I fiddle with my thumb.
In the dual between the devil of temptation and the will
Devil has retained the upper hand in this daily drill.
Hooked to the gadget I am unable to pick up the cudgel
The Devil has the last laugh, I cannot get
level.
I am still aware not yet a zombie
Point is of nothingness, while I want to remain a busy bee.
The mind keeps harking to get busy with some work
In its absence, one falls prey to the devil that does lurk.
Biding my time goes on the withering
The last straw these verses prevent me from madding.
In the company of words, I retain my sanity
Keeps my head over water, while I live a life of inanity.
