a poem

When Sun is sleeping in,

a short timer before the layoff,

Frost is busy with busy work.

Warding off The Pink Slip,

Frost shoots off a memo to the Night.

His memo is clearly CYA, 

"Have you seen the things Frost has touched? The lovely work he has done? 

Unsurpassed by anyone else, particularly the Sun.'"

And HR takes note of his industry,

recommending that Frost be retained:

"Negotiate a lower wage,

may I suggest an increase in hours?

The pretty work that once required many,

is now being done by one."

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I am fully intending to blog here more frequently, lest I become a short timer myself

here's to fresh starts and all that