I get more work done
when I'm avoiding other work

My dreams are so half-baked,
Somebody put a timer on them
And serve them hot to me.

A semester of struggle,
Torture and fear,
The grades are in,
Their finally here.
Relationships on hold,
as we prance around,
try to salvage,
what we let down.
Kids will do anything,
just to pass the quota,
Except for me,
I just play Dota.

i-

well,
      ****.

i don't/can't/won't/shouldn't/ write this essay
instead i'll write poems
in procrastination
about girls that don't exist
guys that don't know i exist
unicorns i wish i was riding
holden caulfield
my brother
death and general grayness
procrastination poems
are better than my essay
writing essays are 95% procrastination and maybe 2% work
3% denial
this poem is already longer than my essay is
should i get to work or
read another article on my favourite band
or hover over the email tab
someone talk to me? no?
but music!
no good music is this a sign
minutes tick by drawing closer to midnight
my fingers have yet to fly over keys
like a reporter's with the Next Big Thing
i suppose i will sleep
and let the essay write itself

I'll write this tomorrow