Scheduled Panique

I do hate Gantt charts
Or should I say, Gantt charts hate me
She shows me the days, isn’t it bleek, scheduled panique
They forced me to write and they told me to do it just so
I crap’d on a page, feces so fine, wasted my time
We danced until five, and then she said “Entering a start date is not the best way to schedule a task”
I know I present in the morning, and she started to crash.
I told her “Keep the task constrained to start no later than 2005-05-11, Biyatch”, and went on to ’shop up a graph.
And when I awoke I was alone, pdf made.
So I burned my notes, isn’t it good, scheduled panique.

Appologies to the Beatles and Ruth.