Procrastination

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Mo Zheng

Oh, procrastination, my faithful friend, 

I’ll start my work, but let me just pretend, 

I exist in a land, where time stretches endlessly,

Oh, what a delight, with traces of effort out of my sight,

I’ll put it off until tomorrow night.

The to-do list grows, and the deadlines loom,

But Netflix calls, and so does my bedroom,

To begin my labor now, is a time too soon,

I’ll work on it later, I promise, I swear, 

As I gradually lose myself in the digital lair.

So the days turn to weeks, the weeks to months, 

My productivity tanks, my deadline confronts. 

Hastily, wracking my brain, 

Submitting work that sounds insane, 

Envisioning the zero, destroying my grades with the brutality of Nero, 

I wallow in pain, as my parents’ look of disdain, 

Render myself with I to blame. 

Yet, despite the grief and sorrow, 

There’s always hope, for there’s another tomorrow.