Nervous (A Poem)

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I'm a nervous wreck. I'm jittery and worried. Everything moves so fast, I'm always in a hurry. Rush to work, Rush the report, Rush to eat lunch, Rush to court. Job evaluation, Will I survive, Or will my boss Eat me alive? Nervous about my date. Roses are wilting fast. Oh no, I've just discovered That I am fresh out of cash. Nervous about my car. Will it break down again? Nervous, nervous, nervous, Will I make it to the funeral by ten? Okay, I said a funeral. I'm not exactly sure who died. But if I don't make it there on time, I may not make it out alive.