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