an ode to deadlines

you simply can't quite have enough of them
they leave you wanting for more
the gush, the excitement, the thrill
of rushing against time
is something quite out of the ordinary.

they leave you sleepless, fatigued
feeling oh so bloody zonked.
they come at you in the dozens
three at the very least.
a triple combo in a single week
leaving you all drained and useless.

especially if it's something
like neuroscience
something you don't ever know about
when you're lost in your abyss
and only God can pick you up.
i hope i am not going mad
from the numerous democratic possibilities.
oh madness, madness
will the insanity of plath please infect me
me, plath incarnate?

oh what will i do without you
lovely deadlines my fair lady.