Oh this disease,
This terrible disease!
I’m so difficult to please,
Yet so easily diseased!
I woke for work,
All dressed and perk,
When all of a sudden
I feigned my own coughing!
I was not sick,
I knew very well,
Yet I felt an itch,
To act not well.
I’d go to doctors,
They’d all speak alike,
“It’s the work you abhor,
And you’re faking this…right?”
I refused to concur
With their obvious blunders,
And fired each one
For a second opinion.
I finally found
A doc in a town
Who diagnosed with certainty
My ever-painful malady.
He looked at me once,
Then said rather blunt,
That Procrastination's
A lasting sensation
With acid refluxation,
And wild imagination.”
