Eleven am,
I know now,
I won't make it,

My phone booming,
with remainders,
My head ringing,
with calls ,
All reminding me,
Of all the little excuses
I made up, from day one

I will do another day I said
It's not procrastinating,
Am just tired,
I'll do it in the morning,

Now am on edge
I feel nothing but fear
Am rushing through it all
Trying to get it all done
Before the next call
Knowing if they know
I'll never live
To hear the end of it
Oh curse those due dates