Grave Digger

November 9, 2013

So I started digging a hole.

Yes I remember that day.

Told myself I had control.

Procrastinating. No way.

Just 10,000 words she said.

Due next week? Is that what I read?

Piece of cake.

I’ll start today.

Day 1.

I turned my computer on.

But then I started to yawn.

Maybe I should go to bed early.

I’ll begin tomorrow surely.

Day 2.

I turned my computer on.

After an appointment at the beauty salon.

With my freshly cut hair, I started on my hook.

But not before I share my new haircut with all of Facebook.

And Instagram and Twitter, too.

Before I knew it, the clock said 2.

Days 3,4,5,6,7.

Today turned into tomorrow.

I thought I had more time though.

How did a week pass by already?

The paper’s due tomorrow? Really?

So here I am at the bottom of my hole.

Go ahead fill her up.

Might as well make my grave because there’s no way

I’m finishing this paper t

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