Day 18 Poem: Executive Dysfunction

I’m stuck
I’m stuck
I just can’t do it!

There’s just
No way
I’m working through it

It might
As well
Be Mt. Everest

No hope
Even
For my cleverness

I’ll fuck
It up
Of this, I am sure

I yearn
To run
And seal off this door

A task
Basic
Just my resume

Yet I
Panic
Don’t know what to say

Oh well
Oh well
I’ll grin and bear it

No more
Options
I’ll have to submit

It’s this
Or starve
Out in the cold streets

So much
Distress
With deadlines to meet.

Leave a comment