Got stuff

Oh my. Oh my.

The internet,
while 'tis a many splendoured thing;
lures me to it, like a wafting aroma
like a flying biscuit to a hungry dog
I want to, I try to, I fail, at
getting away. Far, far from this madding place

While my time-table beckons,
like medication to a sulking patient
while the 'things to do' pile up
by the hour, by the day,
I am wasting, wasting, blogging!

And all that it is,
all purposes served,
all praises showered,
the internet will kill me
if naught else.

the king is dead, all hail the king!