Perils of the Workingman

It binds, it binds, oh hear its cry!
It lunges from the putrid sty,
And takes my hand and leads me there,
Down insanity's cold and lonely stair.
It takes me where?
What's over there?
I see not but darkened, agéd hair,
Flowing in the shadows thick--
The smell will surely drive me sick.

I scream for fright in air so dry,
Thinking I should begin to die,
Though if the wise do not pretend,
We must all meet this unhappy end.

As the hour of fate drew near and near,
I began the strangest sounds to hear!
A throb to quench my agony,
A sister's voice to waken me
From dreams gone wrong on every turn,
Where my own homework I did burn...
And when the time of due dates neared,
My dreaming conscious itself was seared
With feelings of inadequacy
For my lack of self-mastery!
Procrastination, here my cry:
'Twas but a dream, nightmarish lie!
With work and work all night I'll win
The battle against the atrocious sin
Of putting off what's due today
For something that will in nothing pay.
Here I start, my pen in hand,
Accomplishment, take this wedding band!
I'll marry my work, I love it so,
But what's this? A comment? Like? Oh no!
Freddy likes my status, see,
And Katie got charged a tollbooth fee!
Just one minute of this break won't hurt.
Oh, look! I am now best friends with Kurt!
Pictures, videos, everywhere!
What's on the next page, I don't care!
It goes on forever until I'm bored,
Or my loved ones say they're too ignored.
Through work, it looked like a hopeful beam,
Until I realized, this was not a dream.
There's no second chances on this minute, here,
And now my grades will hurt, I fear.
I had at least better go to sleep,
But not before just one... last... peep...