Because there's a poltergeist
In every pen,
Waiting behind each monitor
Paralyzing every word
I have for you in my head,
I be your ambient room,
Your feather bed,
I'll cook you macaroni
Every day of the week,
Anxiety attack strikes again
Every time I pick up a pen,

Procrastinator, I'm a procrastinator!
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