Night work

A poem

What you find when you clean up. This time digital cleaning. A poem about the work of a designer working at night from 2013.

In the error log I saw that there are still some urls from the old website that are still called. Since I don't have an executable backup of the old website (with Wordpress), I take the called and faulty urls and look for the old texts at

I found this poem that I wrote in 2013 around 4 o'clock in the morning. Based freely on Bernhard-Viktor Christoph-Carl von Bülow aka Loriot.

In this english translation i had to change some content to get a better rhyme rhythm. Thanks to

Night work

It was dark black outside,
a designer was sitting alone inside.
He drew, sketched and he clicked,
obvious, he was a coffeine addict.

Raindrops hit his window hard,
he quickly realized the head was empty.
One more hour, he thought with cheerful love,
I'll do my customers some extra work above.

By sudden it did a loud and hideous blow,
his head suddenly has fallen right out the flow.
Cut off from the beloved honey,
in hope of much glory, honor and more money,
the body had turned off the brain altogether.

tl, dr;

A rediscovered poem from 2013 about the nocturnal work of a designer.

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