A choice came not-so gently rapping upon my temple’s bore.
Abort, Retry, Ignore.
Rapping, tapping, wishing to be napping upon my temple’s bore.
Longing, longing for something more.
For hours beneath the weight of spreadsheets.
System manuals, typing, a floppy reprimanding me from returning to my bedsheets.
Save, Save, Save!
Cramped fingers bending in prayer, blurry vison reaching to god for a happy ending.
Three options tapping rapping louder.
The illusion!
This Intrusion!
Surely Solomon saw a fourth somewhere amidst the display’s incantation.
Disaterous nation!
Typing with a trembling hand, key after key.
The rapping tappings on my temple’s bore agree.
The option to chose is one of the three.
Keys meshed harder, random in order.
The cards of luck have a disorder.
Abort, Retry ignore.
The fist and voice of God came not so gently rapping on my temple’s bore.
With lightning, viciously attacking my display’s master board.
My database, my work!
the display lights...
nevermore.