The form has been sitting

and using up space on my empty hard drive

for days.

An unwelcome reminder

of a relentless absence of aptitude,

a relentless penchant for procrastination.

So it sits,

taunting, teasing and trying to test

whilst I, in turn,

turn the other cheek and check

if the kettle is ready for another brew.

And while I drink, I stew some more

on what could have been,

what should,

but for the lack of application.