Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

The Deadline Looms

The due date approaches; the deadline looms
   Irritation's in the air; annoyance fumes
      A cauldron boils in every newsroom

The tension's palpable; nerves are frayed
   Editors hit the ceiling
      At mistakes never made

Ill winds are blowing of mounting desperation
   Cooler heads giving way to righteous indignation  
      Utter frustration in the act of creation

Now the boss' out his mind; he's gone off the deep end
   Taken it out on someone; flown right off the handle
      Only to land himself head first in a scandal...

So remember, all you newsies, stay under control
   Not blowing up's your primary goal
      Meet your deadline; don't forfeit your soul

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Michelle Faulkner October 26, 2018 at 11:02 PM 'Utter frustration in the act of creation' - sometimes I get that way, even when trying to decide whether or not to use a comma or a dash in a poem! Gershon Wolf October 27, 2018 at 7:59 PM OK. Just hope you don't feel pressure! :) gw

Chris Green October 26, 2018 at 4:58 PM Even if you have to make the story up and credit it to anonymous sources. : ) This was really good my friend. I enjoyed this a lot. Gershon Wolf October 26, 2018 at 5:02 PM Just love your comment. My keyboard and lips are sealed. No leaks, guaranteed. Ha, Ha. Thank you so much for your support. Appreciated. Best wishes, Gershon