I doom-scrolled into the wee hours of last night
I likely burnt up at least thirteen gigabytes
You know I prefer my late night light to be blue

I could have written or created concepts new
I should have read wondrous poems written by you
But none of those things are what I chose to pursue 

No— I found myself tangled in the internet
Comparing pictures of this and that French baguette
I watched some carpet cleaning clips the whole way through
I don't...