uninspired works

so I was trying to write a poem during work, as I am wont to do, and I decided that I didn't really want to try anymore. so I wrote a few lines that just slid from nowhere into my pen.

Honestly, I'm not listening
and my mind scattered like dust
I'm not feeling inspired
I'm just filled with sleeplust.

The words that you're saying
don't connect in my brain.
It's just a jumble of phrases--
so crashed the thought train.

(i don't know if this is related... i don't even know what I was doing.)

You're still speak, speak, speaking
Your voice's creak, creak, creaking
The time's leak, leak, leaking
And home I am seeking.

and I wrote this in a matter of seconds:

had your own heart broken
after hearing my voice
I wouldn't have spoken
but you gave me no choice.