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Poem submission by asimplenobody

From the bowels of the dark room
came “I’ll do it later.”
Its source, the quiet mumble of
The Procrastinator.

Its body smelled of dirt and grime,
its hair was unshaven,
the deep black seemed to seep out from
its ungodly haven.

The TV flickered COPS reruns,
…