A topic that holds for me great fascination
Is the art and the practice of procrastination.
Though we long to be happy, it’s a sure path to sorrow
If we don’t do today and put off for tomorrow.
We check in to Facebook or watch a Blue Ray
To avoid the one thing that we should do today.
We write a love poem to that Miss that we kissed
Put writing report cards far down the list.
We squiggle and squirm, makes all kinds of excuses
Go weed the garden or go check the fuses.
Keep saying “Not now” or “tonight” or “well, soon,”
Maybe at 10 or 11 or noon.
Now we’re too hungry and now we’re too tired
Now we’re not focused and now we’re too wired.
Right after this or right before that.
Or just after the trip to the vet with the cat.
The hours are ticking, the deadline draws near.
What started in fun is ending in fear.
We strap ourselves down to grade this lass or lad
Once we get going, think, “This ain’t so bad.”
When the last one is done, we feel a big stone
Lifted off of our shoulders and go check our phone.
The library says to return what we borrowed.
And we think to ourselves, “I’ll do it tomorrow.”
P.S. Writing this poem wasn't so hard
And kept me from writing the next report card!
P.P.S. So if you find yourself in Procrastinate Bog.
Why, keep scrolling down to read the next Blog.
P.P.P.S. There's no end to the ways that we avoid work.
But my voice is shouting, "Just stop it, you jerk!"
Okay, 4th grade report cards, here I come!
P.P.S. So if you find yourself in Procrastinate Bog.
Why, keep scrolling down to read the next Blog.
P.P.P.S. There's no end to the ways that we avoid work.
But my voice is shouting, "Just stop it, you jerk!"
Okay, 4th grade report cards, here I come!
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