These niggas out here bein' fake.

Ah! may'st thou ever be what now thou art, / Nor unbeseem the promise of thy spring, / As fair in form, as warm yet pure in heart, / Love's image upon earth without his wing, / And guileless beyond hope's imagining!

I worked on them all day, but barely made headway at all.

Not all non sequiturs (ahem, non sequuntur) are vacuous per se.