My Swirling Thoughts, or Whatever?

Just a drunken night

You've expected a poem, maybe a slam from these lines.
Well, I'll have to disappoint you, it just maybe contain some rhymes.
This is just a rambling from a drunken mess,
I don't know if it will make any sense.
Let's start finally,
with all the pain and the agony.
Just kidding, I feel fine now,
Been thinking about getting into writing again.
This semester is a mess, I don't deny that,
These are my most productive months, by far.
Having all my tests passed yet,
I still feel like I'm missing my other half.
Take care of yourself, the experts always say,
But the pressure takes your sanity away.
You have to push through, no matter what,
Cause that's what you signed, that's the contact.
What about my life, what about joy?
That's for tomorrow, it's the future's fort.
What about sleeping,
And free time and weeping?
No time for that, the homework's still waiting.
Ace this test, get the assignment done,
You sill have a dozen, just for the fun.
Waiting for the rest, waiting for the end,
I want my degree, I'm waiting for that.
Until it comes, I'm fighting as a hero,
Getting my E-s (or 2-s for Hungarian fellows)
Wallowing in agony, that I couldn't find a rhyme
for the end of this goddamn fuckin' text.
Have a nice day,
Or night or anything,
My biological clock is fucked up,
This is the end, no rhyme, deal with it.