All
I
Can
Say
Is
There
is a very good reason
Deadlines
Are
called
Deadlines
As
I crease lines in my furrowed brow
Scratch
lines through my thinning hair
Watch
line after line of incoherent data
Lead
me in a straight line
To
an unavoidable
Possibly
early
Death
Well,
I just want to scream
Take
my wireless mouse
And
introduce it to the window
Forcibly
At high velocity
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
And
now my problems are a big pink bubble
And
I pile some more in
And
I blow on the delicate sphere
Sending it floating gently into the universe
Until . . .
It. . .
Goes . . .
POP!!!
So
Very
Satisfying
The
Sound
Of
Dead
Lines
Passing!
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