As I Explained To The Pharmacist

I’m slogging slowly through the set
Of tasks I haven’t finished yet
But there’s an easy reason why
I’ve managed to avert my eye
From each successfully thus far:
I’d rather press a lit cigar
Against my skin until the smoke
Alerts the firefighter folk
Than work this stupid to-do list!
So…I need ointment for my wrist.

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