The deadline monsters Kept pounding on the door of my consciousness Their frantic, banging fists Threaten to reduce me to a paralytic heap of nothing but flesh and bones I can hear the horrible noises of splintering wood Fractured humerus The unnerving thwack of a body As it flung itself against my defenses.
And yet I sit here Serene, unperturbed A posture of sheer pretentiousness Ignoring the violent growls of the monsters In my head.
With glazed eyes And absent-minded numbness I watch Neflix.
Assignment after assignment 10, no 12, for math 2 lessons for English 2 movies and a sheet of questions for each for journalism 1 weekly question and 1 lesson for biology A lesson and questions about textbook pages for Spanish A workout log for P.E. 1 nonfiction piece and 10-15 poems for creative writing
All due when? By the end of the week for math By the end of the week for English By the end of the week for journalism By the end of the week for biology By the end of the week for Spanish By yesterday for the nonfiction piece for Creative Writing And who knows when for those poems for Creative writing
Get the grades up Get the grades up No matter what the cost No matter what the pain And get the chores done At least 4 a day Write down everything you do along the line Timecards, what's next?
Shower, time it just right Work around the other people Don't mess around
Waste away Obey Get the grades up Get the grades up No matter what Don't be dreamy and strut Smack you to the ground Get down from the clouds Back to reality
Straight As only Nothing less Everything more Or who knows what's going out the door Maybe something you love Maybe your sanity
Get the grades up Keep your head up Don't slip up Keep your head up Smile on, smiles on!
Don't argue, they always win It creeps beneath your skin Make it stay there Bite your tongue Until it bleeds No matter what the cost Remember?
It's all in your head, of course, Besides the grades, THOSE ARE REAL There's no making a deal Get the grades up Get the grades up Straight As and nothing less Nothing left either, until you're a horrid mess Just Scattered.
At a certain point in our lives There's no more "free time" The closest thing would be periods of inactivity procrastination Or only long term deadlines remaining We may have "breaks" But even if it takes a stop ... We're still on the train of life Chugging away