who moved my tuna sandwich? - a short poem

a dev, of course, who would be more desperate? ;-P
or maybe a tester? all those late nights

it can't be the rats, can it? lest they've learned the secret to the fridge
let's not go there..
perhaps cindy did me a favor, seeing that the tuna's getting saggy
or perhaps I did it after all. holding all those designs and reasonings in my head,
i can't remember what i had, and hadn't.

~ August 6, 2007