Pink Slip

September 30, 2013

The pressure builds
As project on project
Rises high
Pushing up into the sky
Growing, growing!
Never slowing.
The sun grows dark
With impeding doom
As these projects grow
And fill the room.
It never ends,
Oh it never ends!
Keeps on stacking
And I keep on cracking
But there is always more
Endlessly more
Break my back
I feel so sore.
Another project
The final one
I tried to do it
I tried to run.
But far too much
Work built up
And like a volcano
It did erupt.
Spilling problems
Doubt and stock.
Like lava, sulfur,
Smoke and rock.
Crashing and banging
Burning and breaking.
Two weeks.