Dear Procrastination
Dear Procrastination
You were always a pain in my plans
For you always were a madman
Making future motivations
Seem like faraway locations
“Another hour” you say, “can hurt at all”
“After all, that paper is only due in the fall”
So, another hour with friends and games
Another hour with no aims
Other than getting the top score
On Halo Four
Until suddenly, out of the blue
Oh God, Oh Lord, The Due Date is due
I rush and I panic to get it done
With only mere hours and a grade barely won
Scolding myself for being so foolish
As to listen to the voice that seemed so coolish
The new year is here, and as a resolution
I wash you away like ablution
Good bye Procrastination
I hope you stay far away in your forced vacation.
-George Scott Lambert
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