Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone. -Pablo Picasso
Got in a hill of a muddle,
and they’re oh so hard to handle
See my sticky beads of grease?
Com’on let out a banter
How dare you stare at me like an ogre!
I know, I know I should be
What I shouldn’t be today
It’s just that I’m loathing this
I feel scared and restless
Can’t eat well and sleep.
Have forgotten my things
Can’t bear these damned loads of lumber
Numbing, clogging, pushing,
meddling me crazy.
Call me a thousand bad names
But you can’t always fool me
I know I ought to do this
A month or three early;
I shouldn’t have felt this way,
I shouldn’t be having this rueful query,
“Will I just be a dum-dum body
amidst this cramming insanity?”