This Cramming Madness

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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?”

  • Just juggling between being a frontliner at day time, a content writer at night time and a sole mom of four gifted kiddos; coffee and choco lover, too.

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