The Procrastinator

Up at noon with a pile of work to do
And a taste for hair of the dog.
Why can't the world bug off while I
Shrug off all its woes?

Maybe if I can find a wastetime chore
Avoiding the deadline due...
How much more can I get done
Doing nothing that I should?

Weekend comes and it's time to stop.
Nothing gets in the way of fun.
Nine-to-five-in-the=head's a mental illness.
Who can work when it's time to have a good time?

Have-to-do's have a way of getting done...
I don't think next month is too late.
But for now I'll just sit here, drink beer, no fear -
It can wait.

Lyrics ©2012 Dorian Devins
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