A Cheat
I feel like a cheat
But I have so much work left...
Only a haiku
And then another
Because it takes far too long
To keep these things short
I don't have the time
To abbreviate my thoughts
And still keep them clear
There's still so much work!
A presentation to do
Put off forever.
So I can't write poems --
Or is that first line six beats?
I don't really know...
Counting syllables
Is an addictive pursuit
But I don't have time!
I can't... cannot... do
This ridiculous night's work
After the lock-out
But if I do not
Then I'll be forced to concede
On only day five.
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