Procrastinate It's when you wait To do the things You truly hate.
WORK CAN'T WAIT Your conscious yells. Instead you ponder 'bout cow bells. Cuz if we need Bells for our cows, Why not small kids Who wander 'round? Kids that're smelly, have round bellies and seem to always be cryin' and yelling?
At this point You look to the fan And see a fat fly You wonder when it's gunna die But your lazy cat, Who has lazily sat On the laziest looking mat, Jumps like a boss and with a paw toss Swipes that fly Into your left eye. Right after the hit, You scream... FU<KING ****!? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?
Now as you're half blind A series of thoughts Pop into your mind. What if you die...? All because of the fly? What if it landed In some ****? What if that ****... Is now in you? You could get malaria... Get lost in hysteria... Nothing seems clear Will you now never know If Justin Bieber's queer?
Procrastination Is when you wait To do the things You truly hate But if you take Too long to start Karma bites you In the ****.
AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER!
Who else procrastinates more than actual work? Just me? okay then...