See, it’s simple:
if you miss the deadline
you’re fucked.
You lose.
The opportunity’s gone.
It’s over
and there’s no chance to get it back.

You miss the deadline
no one will return your calls.
You’ll find yourself without support
or even anything to do.
Starvation may sit
just around the corner
while you wait
lonely
for someone to even look at you again.

The deadline passes,
and you’re not finished.
That’s it.
You’re out of options
and you’ll get no more ice cream.

It’s obvious.
It’s immutable.
It’s irrevocable.
You don’t get it done in time
and that wave
is gonna drown you,
that’s all she wrote.

Unless
the deadline was given
by some random punk.
Then just skip that shit.