A Procrastination Poem

I procrastinate with coffee: procafinate daily. A hug in a mug that wakes me up like a thug, I only shimmy, don't shrug. Things aren't getting done but the buzz feels like business, busy with lattes, long blacks and biscuits.

I Procrastinate with food: promasticate and crunch; I have all this stuff to do, but first I'll have lunch. My to do list might get shorter if I first have a cracker. This deadline is going to be late, but it's a nice day to bake.

I procrastinate with drawing: proillustrate. My tasks are creative, so to get the juices flowing, first I'll draw this dress, then next minute I'm sewing. But maybe a mind map is the key to success, I'll proillustrate with pens paper, whoops, made a mess.

Yoga is to conducive to productivity, or is it just pro-mediating. To tackle the to do's got my shakras to tap, light a candle and lie down, whoops that's just a nap.

Procrastinate with going to the toilet: prodeficate (eww sorry) Gross concepts aside it can be known, that epiphanies occur when sitting on the throne.

I procrastinate with love: procrastidate. Hoping good feelings and a romantic glow will help those ideas and tasks commence to flow. Dates aren't distractions if they have great conversation. Constructive conversation. Productive procrasti-dation.

Putting it off isn't going to get it done faster, too many distractions could lead to disaster. Stalling and crawling makes the finale further away, this is why I'm going to upload this blog TODAY.

Jj