Poems

Productivity

Sometimes I drink too much wine. While working on papers of mine. I wake the next day. But I can’t say yay. Having written one page of nine.

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Stress Abated

As my stress builds, So too does my appetite. As I work, I eat, Staying up late at night.

During the day, I have candy here and there. Suddenly! A free meal, Of which I was not aware.

[insert student org], Is having an event. They’ve put out free pizza! May hunger may relent!

Thirty minutes later, I sit staring at my books. But, my stress is still there.

That’s how it looks.

*ring* Hello, I would like to place an order. I’ll just gain the ten pounds, And increase my waist’s border.

I’ll start my new diet tomorrow.

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Seven Weeks

Funny. Under these rules I write. Constantly having to cut. Keeping within the page limit. I don’t know if it works. Now or ever. Guess it will have to do.

But I could do one last revision. Rewrite this scrap once again, I see a last-minute change. Everything else might sound perfect. Finally bound and turned in.