The Deadline Drama

The deadline looms, it’s drawing near. My pulse is quick, I am in fear.?

I swear I’ll start, just one more sip of coffee… and maybe one more chip.?

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The boss’s email, urgent, bold, “Need it now!”—the story’s old.?

But here I sit, my screen aglow, staring blankly at the to-do flow.?

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My mind’s a circus, thoughts collide,“Can I escape? Where can I hide?”?

Another ping, I start to sweat! But hey—there’s time for snacks yet!?

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Procrastination’s dance, so sweet, until the clock and I compete.?

Five minutes left, a ticking bomb, I type like lightning—stay calm, stay calm!?

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A finished draft, I hit ‘send all.’ Relief, I’m free from work’s cruel thrall!?

But wait—what’s this? Another task? How long will this madness last??

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Deadlines stack, like dishes high! No time to think, just question why??

The pressure builds, my sanity cracks, I dream of naps and midday snacks.?

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Performance pressure, they all cheer! But inside, am dissolving here!?

Yet somehow, every time I find, a way to make it—barely—on time.?

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So, here’s to deadlines, never-ending and my spirit, always bending.?

But hey, I laugh and soldier on because the work? It’s never gone!?