An Ode to Deadlines
The time is set. I can’t forget. Honestly, I’m screwed.
Don’t have the words. I feel absurd. I sit here and I brood.
Sweat on my face. I’m a disgrace. Can’t turn in something crude.
Wait a sec. What the heck? Now I’m in the mood.
The ideas flow. Look out below. Confidence renewed.
I hate you. I love you. You make me do.