Feverish duties fill this coffee can,
each piece of folded paper
resembles another one to do.
I keep rejecting the ones I pick
with excuses that pertain to the moment.
Tomorrow's another day I tell myself
not realizing that each day that passes
these feverish duties multiply.
They begin to overwhelm my body,
I feel I'm getting sick,
time to retreat to my humble bed.
Oh the bed, I forgot
it sprung a major leak last night.
It had a little hole a week ago
that I was supposed to patch.
Oh well I guess I'm sunk!