Dr Mr P (procrastination)

Dr Mr P (Procrastinator)
I say this with the upmost disrespect
Your devilish ways urk every God giving particle within my being .

Your loud, overbearing , obnoxious hyms, have been a toxic lullaby, that would lure even the most angelic siren to their demise

Your selfish whines and condescending reasonings, would make the most devout monks, wince and shout from a place of agony

If I praise the sun for it's abundance of warmth
You'll shake your fist at the clouds
If I hum along the tunes of the blue Jay whistle
You'll blame weakness in your ankles as reasonings not to nod your head

You're a rain on plans , dreams and hopes
Somehow you have invaded my beautiful temple and replace it as a prison.
 I refuse to remain a slave adjoined to your metals of doubt and procrastination

You Mr P, have been properly noticed of your removal from this temple .
I bare you no farewell and rejoice over your removal

Wholeheartedly,
Bambino red