Little scribble
nothing more than chicken scratch
hastily written onto a lined piece of paper
uninspired,
written just for the sake of being written,
muses gone.
nothing drives the hand that writes
scribbles on the paper.
Out of boredom comes the itch 
of creativity.
Out of the unwillingness to disturb
comes words scribbled down.
And out of the confusion 
comes more confusion.
But this one makes sense.