If only I had the slightest bait of appealing motivation offered to me
I would bite it of the hook until my gums bled. 
If only I found the weakest ember of an idea worth fanning
I'd blow until my cheeks exploded.  
If only I got the slighted whiff of enticement
I'd inhale until my lungs burst.   
If only I had access to any original flavour
I would let it sit on my tongue,  seep into my bloodstream and travel to my brain until the nerve endings buzzed like sparklers on the 4th of July.