Procrastinasian

TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY! SOMEONE GIVE ME A MEDAL.

I feel like this one is sort of a cheatskies post, cuz I've already presented this elsewhere and stuff, but too bad, my writing space, my rules.

Procrastinasian

*A­cting all innocent*

Uhm, miss, yesterday, I was really busy and I couldn't finish my WIT essay because I didn't have enough ti-*crazy noise*

WHOA WHOA WHOA whoa whoa...

Did I just hear what I just heard? Yeah, hello, little angel guy on the shoulder here speaking

What was that bullshit you just hit your teacher with?
Didn't have enough time? Didn't have enough time? Didn't have enough TIME?! My goodness, the ridiculousness of that statement 

So you're telling me, yesterday, while you spent the hours perusing videos of crazy cat, in hats doing satirical acts, saying "That was tight", not once did you exit that YouTube website, you filthy LIAR.

Honestly man, I thought better of you. But you're just like the others, stuck in a procrastinator's loop, shackled in these chains of time wasting constrains, while you frantically search for the remains of your own sanity. You say, "I'll do it later," but you and I both know that later's a never. Every minute you consume from the time you procrastinate, is one minute crumbling away. In the moment, it's all cool, but eventually the thrill of the activity dies down, it's 1 A.M and you feel like a fool. Having not touched anything but that track pad tool, clicking through useless link after link, you've wilted away yet another day, trying to formulate your own tilted mindset. It's getting pretty difficult, I bet.

And with this, you have the audacity to announce that you didn't have enough time, when the teacher provided you with ample amounts of it with the hours spent in class, accounting for the weeks already wasted away behind your auspicious desires and that computer screen, with its alphanumeric display.

Procrastination doesn't seem all that bad right? It's alright; I'm having fun right now so I'll be bright? But it's like a traitor, binding to your mind, an idea of self worth and power, that time is on your side and you control every hour. Then it lets you down, punches you in the face, and turns you around, to the reality of it all, a world where you'll chip away at your own mind, until you've reached a point in time, when there's nothing left to chip away at.

Brotha, I'm just trying to help out here, because you and I, we're in this together, ya know? So listen carefully. I've got a secret tip for you. Next time you're saying, "Oh, just one more YouTube video, no biggie," remember that one video clip can turn into 2, 10 or 50. The time you put to waste, could have been time used well by a doctor or scientist, to make haste with putting some goodness back into the world we deem a terrible place. Now go forth, BE that doctor, BE that scientist to be an activist, not for what you've done, but what you can become, if you step away from procrastinations thievery and into further productivity.  

Slam poem, gr. 11. This shows my rap writing skills. Someone sign me.