Watch the work pile up
Let the books tower above you
One essay after another
Each thought forsakes thought
Lifeless emotions a blunder

Wired to a desk
Four by five to be exact
Lucky linger a top your head
Utter feelings of being dead
When can we kick back?

One more month til spring
No use crying over spilt milk
Dig that whole real deep
With enough room for your mind to breathe
Pencils don't write well in dirt.