The Effects of Deadline Tension

Time marches on, so much to do;
I’m making lists, life in a queue.

Start with just two, then there are four;
Lists in my house forming décor.

Lists on my desk, lists by my bed,
Lists messing now with my poor head.

Long on their must, short on their skip;
Cogs in my mind starting to slip.

One item off, three more to add;
Maniacal laugh—I’m going mad.

Don’t be surprise, if one day quite soon,
I am found dead, lists my cocoon.