When it comes to epic roofing poetry

29 Jul 2005  around lunchtime  Matt Winckler

It’s boat race weekend
State troopers are everywhere
Justice to drunkards!

Coldplay songs drone on
Brainwashing the programmer
His head starts aching

All stored procedures
Dissolve into formless mush
Paining consciousness

You know it’s Friday:
Eric lobs the bird at you.
But not in person

Despite all trials
Do not neglect to retrieve
Pop from the freezer

Only three more hours
Of daily grind to fight through
Then I can go home

Eric should not take
Inspiration from me for
Creativity

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2 vociferations follow:

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    2 hours, 50 minutes after the fact, Patrick responded:

    That’s awesome. The first paragraph would make for a great bumper sticker. :-) I’m kind of curious how Eric flipped you the bird, but not in person.

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    # e
    3 days, 5 hours after the fact, Matt Winckler responded:

    Well, I’ll say this; he’s a strange fellow, that Eric.

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