Leaving it for last

All my best intentions.
Left for the end of the day.
It’s ridiculous. And dishonest.
Cause everyone knows that I shut down at six.
And the witch that lives in my brain takes over
and reigns terror on all my offspring.
Still, she just might be the feisty bitch I need
to address all my best intentions.

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