I hate essays

Narrowing hallways leading to locked doorways.
Mind numbingly bored what to write what to write?
tip my neck back, forehead meets the glock
cant be worse than the old writers block.

Acres of blank paper, inspirations gone haunting-
some other lucky soul,
while Im sat with the daunting prospect
of a 9 o'clock deadline.

New time turns to old
nails bitten to the quick
my stummocks on a trampoline
and Im beggining to feel sick.

9 o'clock approaches
300 words to go-alarm clock rang
reaching for the glock
fucking hate essays!

BANG!