Putting off work for days on end,
Reassuring myself I’ll be fine, but it’s all pretend.
Of course, it’ll get it done – I know what I’m doing…
Crap, isn’t there research I should be persuing?
Research? Pah, I’ll get to it when I write it.
At the moment, I’m being lazy and I can’t be arsed to fight it.
Sure, I’m getting round to it, the deadline’s not for days,
Tomorrow I’ll start it and get it out the way.
I said that I’d do it but then I started reading this book,
No it’s not on the curriculum but I still thought I’d take a look.
As things stand, no it’s still not done,
There’s shit going down – Sherlock’s got a gun!
I know, I know – the deadline’s tomorrow,
Oh shit, I’m unprepared and in a bubble full of sorrow.
Not gonna get a good grade, but fuck it, it’s done.