The Assignment Poem by Broken Shell

Pressure mounts as the due date looms overhead,
What it amounts to is being seduced by my room and my bed.
Up for hours, the king of writer's block
Has my mind and pen in a fighter's grip-lock.

Oh! That could work, I jot an idea down
Isolated sentence with no support around.
The sentence is death because time's passing by
while I can barely manage to keep open an eye.

Surely it can't be this hard to write
How can it be expected overnight?
What of research, outline and planning?
Why couldn't I be with a nice girl on the beach enjoying some co-ed tanning?

It's hard for me to write now, but it won't be hard for the professor,
To circle the form of the zero and file away in your dresser.
Have you no pity, compassion or mercy?
Couldn't we have an extension (or a beer 'cause I'm thirsty) ?

Oh, but without pressure and strain and pain and bad vibes,
there couldn't, no wouldn't remain the academic tribes.
Snooty and snotty brim, tassle, cap and gown
Memorized useless facts for four years so I can now
boss the lesser priviledged around.

See, it all makes sense, there's reason and rhyme,
but what of my assignment if there is no time?
I really must get this done, maybe at least a B or a C,
But first a little rest before this test gets the best of me.

After all it's now quickly approaching dawn
I'll just crash for a bit and then finish this assignment I'm working on.
Yawn, yawn, yes back to the beach
far removed from professors and their assignments' reach.

Am I the lesser because I learn instead of teach?
In a few years your scolding will turn to 'yessir' as I earn and you leech.

'RING, RING' Man, it seems like I didn't even get a moment's shuteye
Is this a sinister plot, does the world want me to just die?

The sun has come up though I swear the planets must NOT have been in alignment,
because once again unprepared, I wasn't there,
Was at home working on 'the assignment.'