Suffixion, and a Prefix Game

If I were to ask you for three words beginning with the letters “suff” I’m fairly certain of which ones would be most common, all of which tie in neatly with the feeling of the following poem.  I wonder, am I right?  Let me know in the comments which three words you thought of!



I can’t stand it when others waste my time.
There’s a call to action
A plea for help
So I appear,
And suddenly there are a million hurdles
To cross, beat down, evade
Before a single step is made.

But myself, when I choose to sit
Cup in hand, relaxing, contemplating what’s ahead
Song after song, word after word
No productivity, pure sweet procrastination
Putting off predestination
Resetting things with tingling eardrums, caffeination
Distracting from the eventual frustration –
I can waste my time forever, sitting here.  Others: I can’t stand.