Matthew Fox

Fight By Night

I know that it is late
But you see, this is a project I hate.
It’s bad that I’m working at the very last hour,
But when I try to start I just don’t have the power.

Lately I’ve been practicing my procrastination
Though you said you’d bury me in the foundation.

“I’m sorry,” says I, late in the night
Though it’s only temporary, before our next fight.
Will it be fought with sticks and stones?
I hope not, it seems you’re ready to break my bones.

When I finally finish at one in the morning
I break into a smile, but soon I am snoring.
The next day, I feel so proud.
And yet, they stare, without a sound.
“What?” I ask, “Wasn’t this due?”
“No,” they answer, “He didn’t tell you?”


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