212 - Storage

I was working at work

On this spreadsheet thing

And it got to the point

Where I had to do the saving

And the Earth said "No!"

There isn't any room

Too many Excel files

You'll have to use the moon

For some extra storage

There's way too many

What are they all for anyway?

You need to take it steady

The very next day

I had this Word doc'

So I tried to hit save

And maybe take some stock

And the world said "No"

There isn't any room

Too many Word files

You'll have to use the moon

I can't store all these files

Like, there's way too many

What are they all for anyway?

You need to take it steady

And then the day after

This time it was PowerPoint

I hit the save icon

And went to smoke a joint

And the planet said "No!!"

There isn't any room

Too many presentations

You'll have to use the moon

Stick them somewhere else

There's far too many

What are they all for anyway?

You need to take it steady

So I guess what I'm saying

Is perhaps there's too much data

If we want to store some more

It's off to planet Zeta

We've got too many files

The Earth can only store so much

Take a look around

I think maybe we're out of touch

Have a tidy up

Delete all your old crap

Save some server space

And make the Earth a happy chap

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This is the first poem I’ve written in the style of a song. I thought someone might want to record it one day.

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Update 11/09/23 - And someone HAS put it to music!