Thank God for Revision History

The night was done, the early dawn
The roosters seemed to oversleep
But so did I, and then I lazed
For sure I'd finish anyway
But then again, I had to start
The question was, when to
But nonetheless I managed still
To flip some pages and collect my thoughts
His thoughts, your thoughts, some guy's thoughts
I wrote them all down in Google Docs
And just in time I finished all
I ran to tell I'm done and call
The lousy loser to speed up
And then I previewed before publishing
Alas 'twas gone, all sweat and heat
The page now was staring, blank
To say "haha, you see, you see"
But cramming was not the subject
Of Ruffles, ridges, fridges, cringes
I shit, I fucked, I swore all I could.
I was the worst, I myself got eep
I asked "why, o why?"
The deadline was nearing, an hour left
And there was more to be done
The page was blank, was blank, was blank
If I repeated, I'm done for
Never gonna beat that clock
I wondered how to retrieve
I clicked, I hovered, I "help"ed
But to no avail.
Luck was taking its toll on me
So I was angry, mad and sad
Until I clicked and clicked some more
And then after a minute or more
Thank God for Revision History.