so there

[g0shawk]

deadlines are a thing that I
would love to just defy
but school has ruined all my fun
my grades I must keep high

if earlier I’d just begun
right now I could be done
but no instead I waste more time
and now I’ve come undone

up the devilish black hands climb
and at the top they chime
alas alas I beg them stop
a moment more be mime

but up the little arrows hop
my pleas a total flop
as if I’d tried to make my case
against a motorcycle cop

the floor rubbed raw from steps I pace
the page an empty space
I may be always running late
my timing a disgrace

but that’s just me, a simple trait
this isn’t a debate
procrastinating queen am I
and that you can’t negate

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