Word Smith: Procrastination Rap
Mid-term grades? Get to work …
Essay’s late, teacher’s a jerk
Poor test scores? Close the doors …
To life. Why the strife?
Confusion only dulls the knife.
Flagging GPA’s bleed no red
Yelling, sure does hurt my head.
Brains all over the map,
Caught in a mental trap.
Just put it off, who’s to blame? Damn console, play the game.
I’m numb, bored, lazy and ignored
Excuses? I got millions.
Netflix is streaming ‘Billions.’
Pressure? I’m at my best.
Time left to take a rest.
So screw it — I just don’t want to do it!
Last minute heroics always work.
Chicken nuggets on the range.
They’re just words:
Echos, screams, exaltation
Tears, schemes, who cares for memes?
It’s only high school, I got plenty of time.
Awards escape my head. How long til bed?
Stupid SAT words I will never use —
Why should I feel second rate?
Everyone else submitted late!
So, get off my back.
It’s not cremation
No one died.
Besides, you see,
It hurts no one, but me.
Take a chill pill …
I know my skill.
Hit on social — flip the screen
Drink some caffeine.
Swipe right, swipe left
No fear of mental theft
Swipe left, swipe right
My sanity is taking flight.
Time now for the