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!
