a short poem about procrastination
PROCRASTI-NATE Im procrastinathan cuz i check the news And Hill Street blues The herky-jerky fuse Of the day’s detonator— Old U2 lyrics And the preacher in The old gospel hour Taking money from the sick And the old. Spent all day knowing I’d need to get SOMETHING written. That’s the thing I swore to myself I’d do, yes? So do it. And tho I’ve had since 7pm And tho I’ve squandered it until now Almost 11. When I’m tired I’m still that kind of NATE today. Tho I’ve learned to jump in and get things done. I’m not perfect. I stare at the black screen Then open my eyes And stare at a black screen TURN ON THE LAPTOP COMPUTER I must work. I must write something tonight. I always feel better when I do.