she glides through the aisle
with a stern look
and a wry smile
she glances around to check
"are you done with my
bundles and blocks
yet?"
mercy, oh great one
i think mine are
almost done
i've looked through
wiz01
trust me, this ain't
no fun
i reused your blocks
created many a bundle
installed new tools
that never fail to befuddle
"but did you add comments
and the correct cycle id?"
oops, i did that, but i
forgot to email IT !
"your bundles still on staging?
they should be on production!"
sorry again, i am suffering from
severe cranial malfunction
oh bundle-block-master
help me create my blocks faster
rescue me from the html
i'm losing it, can't you tell?
so repetitive, so mundane
and so totally utterly inane
this is my bundle-block encore
i just can't go on no more
i've used up all life-lines
i am sick of my own whines
i cannot trade my blues away
with soldiers who've spiraled
into an exponential decay
there's nothing left to barter
i am your unknown bundle-block martyr!
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