The Queen of Procrastination

It's 13:43pm; 

And am writing a poem!

What a way to distract myself,

From a fat book on my shelf.

It's the exam season now;

1 down, 4 more to go.

But how? 

How do I study?

With distractions;

Oh! So many!

Distractions that were never;

Never! So interesting;

During the summer...

It's sad, you may think;

And yes it is,

Because my grades will sink!

But what do I care?

I'll get my revenge!

Many years down the lane,

When am long dead and gone.

My great-great-great grand kids,

Will kill their memories of me,

With a stone!

Why, you ask?

I'll tell you why!

This very poem, 

They will all read!

All because of my boredom;

They perform a bad deed.

I don't regret;

And I will never!

It's all a cycle-

A cycle of life;

From generation to generation;

I'll remain forever,

The Queen of Procrastination.

© Anupama Subramaniyam