Ode to Lab Reports

When I am feeling like

I have too much spare time,

There you are,

Waiting

To be completed.

You, oh lab report, complete me.

You appeal to my most analytical

Obsessive-compulsive

Ridiculously statistical

natures.

Organized.

Double-spaced.

Clearly (and concisely, I might add)

Written.

You take up so much time that I wonder

If our relationship is healthy.

But then I think about the way I feel when you are complete:

Exhausted.

Frustrated.

Whole.

And then I realize, that no…

You aren’t healthy.

But damn, am I good at writing you.

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