There once was a man.
Who had a terribly short attention span,
Due to never wanting to work.
He would procrastinate
because he didn’t like the stress,
of having to overcome the anxiety
of all the work he had to address.
Yet everyday, the more he procrastinated,
The more he felt self-discriminated.
By his own laziness.
By his own guilt.
And so he wallowed in self pity,
Everyday feeling really shitty.
As he could never manage to stop the cycle
That was making his life so frightful.
The more he avoided his work,
The more stressed he became.
And due to getting ever-increasingly stressed,
He would ever-increasingly avoid his work.
And then the man died, unfufilled and full of wasted potential.