Asleep

All his housemates are asleep
This is not okay,
he needs their company, for his sanity to
Keep
For on his own, he just procrastinates
And wastes his un-precious time
By writing such nonsense
As this unimportant rhyme
Somebody should really
Make him right some proper words
That aren't fucking stupid
And slightly absurd
But they're asleep.

Needs To Work

He needs to work
Deadlines are looming
But try as he might
His mind is booming
With thoughts not of work
Or assignments due in
But rather of all together
Quite different things
He knows he must concentrate
But finds it a chore
All this thinking is making his brain
Sore


We can infer from this verse that the author is a master of procrastination: choosing to compose first-class poetry perfection rather than dealing with 'deadlines [...] looming': in itself a comment on the procrastination of society as a whole.