In search of motivation


I have so much to do
It’s really quite a lot
But here I sit instead
Doing not a jot.

I really should be working
On so many different things
Like “shoes and ships and sealing wax”
And “cabbages and kings.”

See, now I’m wasting time
And watching it fade and pass
By looking up old passages
From Through the Looking Glass.

I can’t even stay on task
When I’m busy avoiding work
My delays have delays
I feel like such a jerk.

Alas and alack
I have no more excuses
Get to work, I must,
To evade more personal abuses.

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