Matab's Art---Forum of expression

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

The Unfinished Poem Called Senioritis - By Matab Brahimi This poem is dedicated to the following: To all of you out there, Who, sometime around December, Something plagued their lives And they're too lazy to remember To those who cringe From the word procrastination And wake up at two p.m. Because sleep is their salvation To all those naggers Who drag their feet and say, "What homework?...oh that, I'll do it some other day..." This is for those who promise To get things done And instead shrug it off Because "it's not fun" This is for those slackers who just heard The paper is due Who see it in their agenda everyday, Yet they had "no clue" For those up all night Staring at a computer screen Typing up that report while gulping down gallons of caffeine This is for you seniors Who hit snooze countless times (uhh...I'm just writing this So it rhymes) This is for... (The author of this poem Is taking a br...