The Deadline

I moaned
And I whinged

I wailed
It’s totally beyond me

I binged on tea
And sailed adrift in the sea

I cried
Why do I even beat myself so?

Man is not a machine
And neither is woman

And even machines break down
And lights go off in the town

So why do I even attempt the impossible?
The word wasn’t coined because it was possible.

I shouted
I can’t do this
I won’t do this
I don’t want to do this
LIKE HELL, I’ll do this!!

And that’s how I got my writing done.