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.