Type, type, type
Reams of meaningless tripe
That I must has become my new gripe
But the deal is thus, I must type
Draw, draw, draw
Until my fingers go raw
I am now so far past the last straw
That I’ve entered insanity’s maw
Graph, graph, graph
Sometimes it just makes me laugh
That I think there is wheat in this chaff
And will show it for all in a graph.
Read, read, read
Until my both my eyeballs bleed
Did someone else say this indeed?
‘Cause a reference for that I do need.