by joetwo

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.