Archived: Brain Dead by Talon Fusco

Anxiety rises as class grows near
He’s trying to write but his head is clear
Twice a hundred words too many, oh dear
Starting earlier would probably have helped
Xbox and friends placed the project on the shelf
Waiting was foolish
Now this project seems ghoulish
What else can one do but sit down and type
Frustration flees as the work gets longer
Confidence rises as the writing seems stronger
What started as panic resulted in relief
What initially was manic turned epiphanic
Twice a hundred now only once