The Only Task Left

I won't beat around the bush

It's like a dark cloud that follows me in the halls

It's the monster in my closet

It's the pair of eyes scrutinizing my every move

It's like a cat creeping up on its prey

Ever so sly as it creeps behind you

Ever so deadly if it catches up to you

Ever so incriminating if you toy around with it

I fall into the trap of this creature easily

I contract the disease frecuently

I could finish this poem

But, alas, I procrastinate.