An Ode to my workday...

The workload isn’t heavy for the Data guy some days,
And folder checking makes him want to set his stack ablaze.

So since the boss is absent (which is truly not a shame)
Dingle then gets busy with amusement as his aim.

He thought “If only Guinness was allowed to be drank at
The cubicle of my despair, this wouldn’t be half bad.”

But alcohol is frowned upon (even during break!)
So Dingle then must ponder “better” deeds to undertake.

Then interruptions come in forms of letters to be mailed,
Of policies to enter, and of food to be inhaled.

But in the downtime websites only keep him entertained
For a short time with banter 'fore his eyesight becomes strained.

And e-mail forwards become dull when read in heavy doses.
And too much sour cream and chive dip causes halitosis.

Oh somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright.
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light.

And somewhere men are toiling at their cubicles all-out.
But there’s one less data entrist…
Sneaky Dingle just snuck out.

Hahaha. Outstanding!

There once was a student with a plan.
He sat thinking hard and then BAM!
A thought in his head, he got out of bed,
Hoping this material he could cram.

The wind is my wife
The rain is her beauty
The night is her soul

And he's giving 5-1 odds! ;)

She regularly beats his line.

:)

Inspired by WHIP's presence in this thread
 

A shadow dances over broken ground
Rippling as it flees, stretching, seeking.
A Black dancing Eagle makes no sound,
Shimmering as it flees, retching, peeking.

A Cowboy sights along a line of sight
death awaits in bristling barrells bright
A click, a pop, a kick, and swift flight
the bullet pulls the Bird down into the light.

Lake Winona
Water like glass
Black flies bite my ankles
Butterflies in my hair

A scene from brokeback mountain? :headshake

Just think of the movie "The Birds" ...Poor Romo

It's a pretty darn good poem, though.

no doubt

The road has a pull like the sea,.
The roaring beast calls to me as the roar of surf
trapped in a metaling box embraced the freedom on imprisonment
running faster than the wind to the beating pules of an endless roar

The lights the only path on the black river.
With darkness so absolute it solidifies in is inky ethereal presents
the light we fight off the abyss
as our forbears did with camp fire light
knowing that anything can be possible out there
in the endless void.

We push on the ends roar beckons us
for it is Manifest Destiny
to the west
we go.

A beaut by ZenGum
 

From here.

Bravo ZenGum!

I almost forgot
but I have to know

what movie are you watching, jim?

your movie interests top the list
of shit about which I don't give a shit

so please don't forget to tell me it