I should be writing my paper
on methods of psycho research
But my seat is cold, it's nine at night
and my coffee quenches my thirst

Why can't my passion for writing
and rhyming carry over to APA format
When all I can do is sigh and groan
and stare off to space to avoid that

I click on my phone and it glares in my eyes
and I can't help but scrunch and I squint
Anything to avoid that APA paper
No way, ain't no how, I'm not doin' it

I sit here and ponder just why I still go
and then I remember why
So many people drop out all the time
I think of Bill Gates and I cry

If I were some nerd pulling wires of blue
and crossing the ones colored red
I'd easily see that all this work that I do
Keeps me stuck in my head

So out on these lines I write it all down
and know just what I'm to do
I decide to sip on my ice cold Joe
and start on that APA poo

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