I have not dabbled in many arts

Let alone mastered a few

But I do confess with a heavy heart

The skill that I always knew

The one that comes naturally to me

Is something that makes me uncomfortable

A carefully hidden skill that you might not see

Procrastinating is something that I am able

To do indefinitely, quite creative am I

In finding reasons to put off until tomorrow

Anything that needs to be done under the sky

From the future, time I constantly borrow

The art of doing nothing is one I have mastered

While the task at hand is sent into oblivion

Nearing deadline, I shall be working much faster

All my working muscles I shall summon..

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That day will come soon, but I do not care

For today I am the procrastinator extraordinaire!