Paint til due Date

I never want to do,
That again.
Hours and hours,
Painting.
I never thought,
I would hate painting,
Until that very day.
Oh god.
My fingers are just,
Numb.
Damn it!
Zo could have at least,
Work a little harder,
With,
The brush.
Me and Dave,
Were like the ones,
Working.
The clock’s ticking,
I swear,
Is getting louder,
And louder,
We have what…
Shit…
Four hours to get all this,
Done.
Damn that man.
I don’t care if this is,
How I’ll lose.
He is just to
Blame.
I swear.
If I every get
My hands,
On that bony,
Thin,
Neck of his.
Snap!
Crack!
Rip!
Oh that man is so,
Dead.
Just have to grit,
My teeth and do this,
Now.
Its for the,
Children.
3,862…
3,863…
3,864…
3,865…
I can do this.
3,866…
3,867…
3,868…
3,869…
3,870…
3,871…
3,872…
3,873…
My hands feel so,
Weak.
I can…