All those jobs they keep on coming
Making my list longer.
All those needs
That I must feed
Completion makes me stronger.
All those jobs that never stop
Making my brain weary.
My energy flows
Where does it go?
That goal forever bleary.
All those people I must help
Making my self needed.
Indispensible,
It's reprehensible.
And still that list is feeded.
- Simon Huggins, 1996/7 sometime