There's a secret weapon
I keep stored in a special
The launch code is 4 patterned numbers
followed by accessing a few colored icons.
When it takes off
through the headphone's wires
and bounces on my ear drums,
giving me the strength
to push through almost any task,
even grading 163 research papers
draining two flooded email inboxes.
The enemy in this not-so-cold arms race
gets a leg up,
whenever my boredom and distractedness
with the internet or bits of string
to make one frighteningly formidable foe.
The only flaw in this daily face-off
emerges when I become
so enamored by the riffs and lyrics
of every Weezer album*
played in discographical order
that I drift
into a fascination that plummets
my work ethic down via the vehicle
that was supposed to lift it up.
A strange love** this is
in which my unbridled love
for an otherwise savior
*To experience a smattering of Weezer's deliciousness, check out these and other tunes:
**To experience a bit of this reference to the 1964 film "Dr. Strangelove," check out this clip of the major riding the bomb in an attempt to save the world, ultimately leading to mass destruction. (I'd also highly recommend the entire movie.)