Why do today what you can put off till tomorrow?

rew4er2nail

The following extrapolated

thought thread exercised,
NOT utilized to intimate

how Fats Domino belied,
and wowed a crowded house ass-sized.

 

As a former ace procrastinator, I abhor

putting off doing what best ought

to get immediate attention bar
ring some extenuating dire circumstance,

sans mishap with flying carpet
case in point being unexpected a bomb
bin able crisis necessitating

hypothetical individual impossible

to remain calm
while in the process

(assisted with good ole mom)

 

to hoist self with one's own petard,
which emergency best warrant a reward,

otherwise if fate doth NOT

require one to break

from ordinary business as usual

to enlist the "FAKE"
help of a grenadier,

who doth make his/her livelihood

risking their life,

and limb without quake
king (obviously compensating bravery

 

as he/she doth stake

out mortal danger with adequate adorn

ing mortal kombat

with ample legal tender and/

or promising first born)

for unstinting mettle,

especially tolerating accompanying

martial baritone horn

player screech (like fingernails

scraping across chalkboard)


in close proximity - eliciting a scorn
ing glare from soldier spy

tinker tailor with a torn

smile while trained

special ops named Bjorn
incurs deadly hazard from one morn

to the next amidst adversity

shouldering care worn
Marines motto semper fidelis,

which unnecessary loss of young life

predicated on add


age, viz being at the least,

a day late and dollar short egad
inadvertently dooming

princely valiant warmonger,

a mere stripling lad

whose mourning brings

heavy pallor of sad
ness, which imagined situation - aye
tangentially congruently analogous by
and by to the butterfly effect,


or sparrow's swan song i.e. die

destiny wrought, when one dost espy

a single occurrence no lie,
(the flickr ring, instagram

ming, kickstart ting well nigh

linkedin shutterfly of a butterfly)

say twerks catcher in the rye,

hence no matter how small, thee or thy

can change the course

of the universe forever,

no idea how nor why.

 

Unnecessary torturous agonizing stress

wracked psyche throughout mein kampf
beginning in early grade school,
where yours truly adopted counterproductive
time management, note taking, and
prioritization of most to least
important task, which foundering
like a fish out of water besieged
with physiological symptoms
linkedin to haunting nightmares.

 

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 22nd, 2024 12:05
  • Category: Reflection
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