Procrastinatin'
Ugh. I've got to balance the checkbook,It's sittin there a waitin
ready to mock my efforts
just like it's father Satan.
It feeds his pride to watch me tremble
at all the numbers there.
He knows they won't add up,
I don't even have a prayer.
Add and subtract, divide and conquer,
That's not gonna happen.
I haven't even started yet,
And the deamons are delightin.
The credit column is awfully sparce
I see minus signs everywhere.
I know I'll find I've added wrong
Prepare to be pulled, head a hair.
I've got my teeth grittin n grindin
My toes are curled up tight.
My glasses are perched just so on my nose
I've got the white-out in sight.
I've gathered my brains and willed them steady,
Cursed the devil from Butte to Berlin,
Okay everyone, I finally I'm ready.
Oh crap, now where's my pen?
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2006-08-31 at 02:31
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