To Do List
What To Do?
I’ve not a clue.
I’m going through
This list that grows,
Each item making weight,
And waits, and wriggles past,
And I scramble to unlock gates
And shoo them through just as fast
As I can think of them, the never ending
Never stopping, growing tasks, that follow
Until I’m so behind and under them the force
Of their insistent cries drowns out all other noise
‘Til in a fury I grab my sword, and scream over them!
I grab one nearest and cut it down to non-existence
And I banish each to the void of finished tasks
As they run and shriek and flee and plead
I am a callous terror of burning need
To finish this terrible, rotten list
Of things that must be done,
Done one by one by one,
‘Til my To Do grows
To less than none
And I wonder
What to do?
I’ve not a clue…