My chair is skew, my back is sore, my head aching
I cannot take it any more, sitting here with a thick
head that cannot think, cheerfulness is the best
way to preserve youthful looks, Charles Dickens
said, but my cheerfulness has evaporated with
the passing of this day, wanted to finish something,
anything today, and nothing came of it, the email
is off, no communication, I'm caught in my own
head, disillusioned with my own impossible self
Sliding down this ice-cold peak, no progress to report,
the only way is up but my head is swelling and fit to
burst, the only thing I can offer all of you expecting
hard work and great prowess - is my presence at
my desk, hanging on for dear life on the only rope
that has been tied to the stony side of this peak
to be overcome to get to the next level in this play
of wits against the technical terms with which
my document abounds...
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