Overwhelmed? I don’t know
Just how low is whelmed?
How high must I go to see it below?
How will I be able to tell?
Why are you looking at me like that?
Everything’s perfectly fine
I always curl up under my desk
To prepare for approaching deadlines
No worries, I’ve got this
How can it miss?
Nothing can happen
That IT can’t fix
So what if the screen didn’t say save?
And the file name is not allowed
I’m sure I remembered to back it up
Do you think it could be on that Cloud?
Alright, I admit it, I’ve seen
better days
I think I now know how to tell
My computer is down and IT's not
around
That’s when I’m over the whelmed
This poem is dedicated to the best IT team ever. Tyler and James, thank you for helping me out from under my desk.
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