Frustration mounts
As every task, falls apart
Computers fail
Power black out
Presentations stuck
Bosses shout
Juniors get dumber
Clients’ lame duck
Is this work or is this muck?
Foreboding creeps
Shivers up the spine
What’s coming at us
Can’t see the outline
Yet feel it come
With cold feet
And untold slime
Talk doesn’t matter
Stop the chatter
Listen to its approach
Feel the chill
Everything stops
Including will
Ghastly fascination
Overtakes optimism
Lurching hearts
Quivering lips
Watch out, you’re the first one
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