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Time passes and I'm glued to the monitor, Swiping articles on a greased up screen, Some are absurd, some are obscene, But how do I care, As it sits on the lap I’m its janitor. Acting like a sane handler, But things go insane quickly, With multiple tabs open how sickly, I want to read them all. The vital cog is I never go in-cog, And the days I have missed the jog, Blamed it all on the smog. Getting the results but the process is getting wayward, Trying to prohibit procrastinating profusely, But my luck’s out of favor. I’m in the danger of a mighty fall My eyes are watering down, While I mow the lawn The time passes and I reminisce I have traversed many dawns.