A Poem About Doing Too Much

So this was written mostly quickly.
I stopped for a while, then churned out the third verse.
Not necessarily well-written stuff. Probably a bit too obvious. I don’t know.

I hope you enjoy.

Pressed for time I rush about
Hoping to find a little more
To squeeze in some extra bits
Leaving little left undone

Despite how much I hope and try
There only is so much each day
And so some things are best left
For other days to accommodate

Though much as I would for this
I will keep on squeezing
As much as I can into a day
And try to add a bit more

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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