Woooooooooooooooooooow

The paper’s due date, tomorrow, hurts his head

Writer’s block at midnight, he thinks “I’m no Mark Twain”

“Homework is dumb” he says, “I want to go to bed”

Still awake, now its one, he is numb in the brain

The ten speling errors will make the teacher jeer

Another fail, he will work at a fast food chain

Pushing through until two, mental collapse is near

He has no clue on what he is writing about

He has read zero pages in this book all year

Like a zombie at three, finishing is a doubt

Fatigue, annoyance, surrender fill full his eyes

Fed up with word not responding he wants to shout

Now Four, morning will be impossible to rise

Surely the worst night of his life it has been

The final product is of very little size

Living dead, he reluctantly turns it in

Sweetheart, “thats due tomorrow” she says with a grin