07-08-2023, 06:28 AM
Procrastination: a sonnet
O, why do I procrastinate, attain
peak frustration (problem not soluble)?
and though through verse my grief’s made voluble,
it merely kicks down-road the can of pain.
O, if I were a sleek partner at Bain
like Mitt Romney, on a cash mountain forlorn,
with naught to do but coke and nimble porn
actresses, or a gym junkie named Dwayne
who can get his choice of willing pulchritude
(never the love of chaste paramour plain,
but only those that disport in the nude
at parties, and the wilderness of Maine),
O if I were that silver foxy dude,
I would never procrastinate again.
O, why do I procrastinate, attain
peak frustration (problem not soluble)?
and though through verse my grief’s made voluble,
it merely kicks down-road the can of pain.
O, if I were a sleek partner at Bain
like Mitt Romney, on a cash mountain forlorn,
with naught to do but coke and nimble porn
actresses, or a gym junkie named Dwayne
who can get his choice of willing pulchritude
(never the love of chaste paramour plain,
but only those that disport in the nude
at parties, and the wilderness of Maine),
O if I were that silver foxy dude,
I would never procrastinate again.
