Put It Off
I need to do it
To get me through it
I hear their pleas
Down on their knees
But my inner self says screw it
I'll do it right away
Before the end of day
No putting it off
Was that a cough?
Maybe I will just play
My reputation is at stake
Their trust I can't break
It is something I must do
Before the day is through
Oh well, so I'm a Fake
Rabid Poet
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