Procrastination Poem - By Matab Brahimi
PROCRASTINATION, MY DISEASE
She throws a soft blanket on me
when there's work to be done
warms me up and lays me down
in a web of excuses she spun
When my alarm goes off
She quickly hits the "snooze"
tucks me in then whispers,
sleep is all you'll lose
Whenever I am overwhelmed
She is always there
to make me forget my to-do's
and live NOW without a care
I thought she was there to save me
and help me through the rough
but time and time again
She proved herself a bluff
"Tomorrow" is her favorite word
But when tomorrow's here
Procrastination, my disease,
is quick to disappear
She throws a soft blanket on me
when there's work to be done
warms me up and lays me down
in a web of excuses she spun
When my alarm goes off
She quickly hits the "snooze"
tucks me in then whispers,
sleep is all you'll lose
Whenever I am overwhelmed
She is always there
to make me forget my to-do's
and live NOW without a care
I thought she was there to save me
and help me through the rough
but time and time again
She proved herself a bluff
"Tomorrow" is her favorite word
But when tomorrow's here
Procrastination, my disease,
is quick to disappear
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