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A Procrastinated Style of Life
By Ian G. Clifton
July 27th, 2000
A headache caused by procrastination,
Curable by relaxation,
Will cause such a sensation,
When I receive my fixation.
O'! Pain of my head,
That has almost got me dead.
A pill I should be fed,
That is a cure, large and red.
Of course, pills I do abhor.
Their side-effects I do deplore.
They cost my wallet and so much more.
In a day, I must take four.
Instead, on a journey I shall embark.
I could try to sail on an ark.
On the world, I'll leave my mark.
They'll all think of me in the dark.
The sun shall make dawn.
I will lie down on the lawn.
My headache won't be gone.
It feels like fires, so called bon.
Right now, sleep sounds ever so nice.
My head should be treated with ice.
Instead I like to stay up through nights.
Against me, my head still fights.