This essay is doing my head in,
This essay is cracking my skull,
This essay is bringing me down,
And, oh yes, this essay is making me dull.
Eight hours, I've spent, on this essay,
And that, that is only today,
I should be excited, and, yet, I am plighted,
With nothing left, nothing to say.
This essay is due on the morrow,
The morrow? Oh, fates! On the morrow!
It's feeling me full up with sorrow,
This essay is due on the morrow.
I'm losing my mind to this essay,
Deranged, I have nothing left to say,
No longer alive, dashing words, words to strive,
It is due on the morrow, this essay.
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