Saturday, May 7, 2011

Procrastinate.

Poetry? Really? And acrostic no less, has it

Really come to this point?

Oh you might disagree but the fact remains

Clearly this is not a good use of ones time

Real people don’t sit around writing

As if they were getting paid to when,

Seriously, you don’t (yet)

Tell them it’s practice, tell them it’s fun

I know better.

Nothing at all is really going on

At the moment, you are waiting and

This is just another pointless exercise in the

Endless excuses for not having a proper job!

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