Fake nails on keyboards
Tapping like crabs running on a rocky beach
Fingers racing in order to try beating time,
but time doesn’t care as it continues to count down
The worry begins to increase
Why did I wait for the last minute?
I had months to do this, but I doubted myself
I doubted my abilities and I waited until I almost forgot
Typing manically, I can’t stop until the words fall out
Onto the white sheet it will go
Until the lines are all filled
With my frustration and revenge
The revenge of myself, my apathy
My lack of self control and procrastination
Will my professor know of my laziness?
Will he smell the sweat on my paper as I turn it in?