Best Spreadsheets Poems

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The personal is boring
as are my ruminations on the war.
What I need to do I can't try: 
wander without shelter in the backcountry.
Or go deeper into the polity, 
join a committee or a party.

Minute by minute and season to season
I like my life but what...

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Should'a Read The Fine Print


I am intrigued by all computer tasks,
and competent and skilled in every scheme
from word process and graphic arts design,
to spreadsheets, database and all between.

But, I became too confident last week
when I downloaded upgrades that were bad
for programs that I use...I acted...

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In a space that should hum with focus,
Where thoughts flow like ink on paper,
I walk the halls, and what do I hear?
The clatter of egos—loud, brash,
A symphony of insecurity,
Each voice a drum pounding louder,
Drowning out the quiet rhythm of real productivity.

Oh, the harshness of noise!
Your...

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I'm at Dunkin Donuts dunking a donut,
for the experience.
Letting my memories pass through me.
Not repressing any of them.

I'm pretending to be a scientist
of the mind.
It's not fun though.
Makes you glad spreadsheets have functions!

Somewhere in the donut crumbs
stirring around in my coffee
is a hidden key to...

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Maud dreamed by the fire, her blue eyes half-closed,
While a grey cat on a grey mat beside her reposed.
Then she wakened and watched as the fast-falling snow
Was whipped into drifts when the sad wind would blow.
The moments that make up a life span are fleet,
Passing...

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You are the button-down mind of my dreams; all safe 
and tucked away in the regimented reality of your nine-to-five 
world. I want to tie you to a straight-back chair, lover-boy, 
and squeeze some spontaneity out of you. Rattle 'round 
your work-bound imagination; set fire...

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Beyond all visible signs
The road to expression reaches thin
With paper maps and plastic engineered thoughts

Specializing in tourism, the cartographer's grin
Reclused to souvenirs and monopoly's pen
Sign posts grifted from lens shape
Speculating from future spreadsheets

The emblem of our unseen mystery creases
The folds of fluent distance traveler
When ideation...

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Knowshow

All nodes firing all the time
Shine on—the glare focusing the hacks
Everything shown
Everything known				
Metamalice is good to go
It’s the Knowshow
		
The devolving snarkyskanks are trickling it to the remember-whens
Viral krankdaddies are upsiding leveraged retro to the never-thens
Bouce back ad hoc sheen pushing savvy slightlychic, and 
IMing everything...

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I’m tired of the view from my window
With the same old shaggy dog,
Gutted out cars,
And frozen mud footprints.

Tired of the view
That focuses on screaming two year olds,
Half eaten PBJ’s,
And the lost toys that map their world.

I’m tired of
The mindless adults that don’t listen,
Spreadsheets and data...

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when i arrived on earth
I must have seen the rain through the window
it was saturday in the hospital room
busy women in white
fluttering snowflakes in my made-up memory
giving injections measuring pressure stopping bleeding
a half-naked and thin man hanging on the wall
thorns stuck in the forehead to...

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Fruitful days are filling up the piles of treasure mesuring the misogyny it shouldn't be a topic of forgery while waiting for break outs throwing correction direction of stereotyping the tipicallity of capabilities in abilities how it turned to be a liability 
Plane and clean...

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Fruitful days are filling up the piles of treasure mesuring the misogyny it shouldn't be a topic of forgery while waiting for break outs throwing correction direction of stereotyping the tipicallity of capabilities in abilities how it turned to be a liability 
Plane and clean...

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For those of us whose lives are nearly complete
  Who can recall life before computer spreadsheets
I'd like to point out a most marvelous technical feat
  Which is, of course, the cool little button called 'Delete'

Remember those garish, round pink erasers with green brushes...

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I spilled my seventh cup of coffee 
While shuffling through the papers on my desk.
It was a ham and cheese performance, 
A little bit of business-like burlesque.
I sort through tax returns and spreadsheets, 
Deciding what to shred and what to keep.
The numbers flatten my perception....

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It’s time to clock in and start up the vacuum.
This cash collector has walked into the room.
Dropping the balances like bombs from a B52.
Improving aged receivables and contacts too.

Repairing rifts with customers withholding payment.
Making sure they get crucial emails they’ve been sent.
Adjusting the language in...

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