Twas a night of distraction...

Twas a soft breezy night

And a writer sat at her desk

Staring at her computer, unable to rest

Until a scene was made

That made her scream "yes"

Yes

And into the web

She tread with glee,

"Images, music, so much to inspire me!"

She found a song, she found a quote,

She found an article that made her go

"Huh?"

And the web began to thicken

The data clouds rolled in

The air went still

The clocks stopped ticking

And the Irrelevants road in

The Irrelevants

With their lips a' flapping

Their eyes a' cracking

They legs a' weaving

Their sounds a bewitching medley of

WTF

Their videos a hypnotic concoction of 

W

T

F

And stuck in the web the writer stayed

Twas the night of distraction

No scenes were made  

Twas the night of distraction

And the Booty Pillow reigned