Sisyphus

The warrior stood ready,
With a quiver full of bows,
He drew a deep breath,
And then stared at his foe

The other, ever implacable,
Stood as still as still could be,
He knew he could outlast it all,
Every single attack of the enemy

And then the battle started,
And the warrior used his weaponry,
Excel and SAS and ARMA and ARIMA,
The entire range of his artillery

He analyzed with models
And he portrayed with charts
He deciphered and imagined trends
And he combined science and art

And finally the weary warrior triumphed,
The last e-mail was finished at last
The damn project was complete, PPT and all
It would all soon be a thing of the past

But the enemy, immune for eternity,
Was present in his inbox on the morrow
For projects will lose all battles but forever win the war,
And forever be the cause of Sisyphus' sorrow