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[smoth]

At the end of the day you're another day older
And that's all you can say for the life of the coder
It's a struggle, it's a war
And there's defects that everyone's giving
One more day straining my eyes, what is it for?
One day less to be thinking.

At the end of the day you're another day bitter
And the shirt on your back doesn't keep in the rage
As the code is constantly broken
They don't hear my compiler bitching
And the release is coming on fast, ready to crash
One day nearer to screaming!

At the end of the day there's another day dawning
And the coffee in the morning is waiting to burn
Like the fires of hell across my hand
Like a build that'll break any second
There's a idiot in the office
There's a reckoning still to be reckoned and
There's gonna be ME to pay
At the end of the day!

[SwiftSpear]

[Peet]

[Jazcash]

[Gota]

It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up,
it's more like high time for the lad's last nap.
And the scarf-waving lass who wished him the best
drives a steamroller across his chest.

And the words won't rise either like that rod
or like logs to rejoin their old grove's sweet rot,
and, like eggs in the frying pan, the face
spills its eyes all over the pillowcase.

Are you warm tonight under those six veils
in that basin of yours whose strung bottom wails;
where like fish that gasp at the foreign blue
my raw lip was catching what then was you?

I would have hare's ears sewn to my bald head,
in thick woods for your sake I'd gulp drops of lead,
and from black gnarled snags in the oil-smooth pond
I'd bob up to your face as some Tirpitz won't.

But it's not on the cards or the waiter's tray,
and it pains to say where one's hair turns gray.
There are more blue veins than the blood to swell
their dried web, let alone some remote brain cell.

We are parting for good, my friend, that's that.
Draw an empty circle on your yellow pad.
This will be me: no insides in thrall.
Stare at it a while, then erase the scrawl.

[smoth]

for the uncultured people, I wasn't riffing off poetry or some crap, it was a parody of "at the end of the day" from Les Mis├â┬®rables

[1v0ry_k1ng]

its still not funny

[smoth]

who says it matters, it was written because it amused me I shared it because others might be amused.

[Panda]

Yep. Everyone gets frustrated at work.

[Spawn_Retard]

smoth does not work.

[SwiftSpear]

Smoth just stares at it angrily and the work does itself.

[Dragon45]

my hard work and labor has gone toward producing this masterpiece: