Is it all but a pestering urge?
A periodic twinge
From sunrise to sunset

Priorities lie strewn
Sour and untouched
No longer subject
To my daily trouble, tussle and stir

I am that bottomless refrain
I clack away in tainted prose
I am the everlasting loop
I greatly detest
Gleefully doomed

Is it all but a mere inconvenience?
Unworthy of recovery
To be swiftly scuttled