I’ll smell these tomorrow.

Ode To Procrastination

There are seventeen tasks I have yet to complete.

Umpteen more pet projects with goals I won’t meet.

This ridiculous workload won’t ever abate.

I know this ‘cuz I love to procrastinate.


O! Procrastination! You beautiful hussy.

With you, my life’s better. (My superiors? Fussy.)

You make hours fly by. You’re legit and you’re fab.

lol I just closed Facebook and typed it in a new tab.


These Medium folks want to kill you with fire.

That’s mean. And shortsighted. Because if you expire,

It’s not just our free time that’s totally through.

Our dreams and ideas will surely die, too.