deadlines ... deadlines ... deadlines

i feel like i am walking on a thin line,

imitating an amatuer on a tight rope,

with nothing but deadlines on my mind

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my heart palpitates with the rush of adrenaline,

while i clench my fists as i go through the piles of s**t and grime.

all i can do to vent my frustration is just blog and whine

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fingers tapping away at the keyboard,

incessant ringing of the telephone,

constant stream of emails and faxes,

as i lose track of time

without any claim for overtime

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if only we had more than 24 hours in a day

- wouldn't that be sublime?

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~ the dead poet