due date

coffee spotted napkins,

folded up note cards,

and random scraps of paper

Voltron together

into an overt ruse

to deceive and flatter.

snowy fields and green penises

collide in chaotic formation

not seen since the birth of the cosmos.

yet, out of this madness

rises just under 20 typed pages

of my blood, sweat,

and a s**t load of tears,

offered up to be lashed with red ink,

leaving me pondering

what the f**k was i thinking?

Reviews

i hate due date's and that damned red pen that seems to always be on my work when it is handed back, grrr
nice write, i can feel your frustration
-ST