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!