Out on the back deck,
Doing a grade check
All of these essays still left to mark.
Countin’ those piles, and shufflin’ those files
Look at my pace
And the future seems dark.
Wastin’ the day away in Procrastinataville
Searchin' for my lost days of free time.
Some people claim that there's a student to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.
Don't know the reason,
I sat here all season
With nothing to show but all these facebook posts.
But look at these cat pics
And all of these “like” clicks
--- If nothing gets done
Then my ass is toast.
Wastin’ the day away in Procrastinataville
Searchin' for my lost days of free time.
Some people claim that there's a student to blame,
But I know it's my own damn fault.
I got carpal tunnel,
From writing my ---- shit, is this supposed to rhyme?
Ugh! Ok, maybe I'll try finishing this next essay then.
Ooh wait, am I out of diet Coke? Hey, I think I still have beer...
* procrastination has been proven to destroy one’s metrical ability, as well as one's ability to finish things
1 comment:
A little tequila should loosen up the metrical vibe...
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