Bitch.

Procrastination is a BITCH.
A filthy, arrogant slimy BITCH.

It shows up announced. 
        Steals your time and space.
                 Laughs as you follow its lead like a PU$$Y.

It knows it got you
From the moment you said 'Oh, no' 
And shook your head at its arrival.

What you failed to understand is that it was already there long before:
It's a package deal: 
Hand delivered with that innovative idea,
         Or the world's greatest novel, 
                  Or the piece of art that will make your parents proud. 

It's there as soon as you open the door to magic. It's magic's little cousin.
And it HATES you. 
And it HATES your idea.
          And your novel.
                     And your art. 

It tells you to STOP IT.
             No. 
It URGES you to stop it. 

And you do. 
BECAUSE YOU ARE PROCRASTINATION'S BITCH.