Terminal Disease (Big Game Gaieties, 1981)

                           Terminal Disease

		We've got a terminal disease 
		But it's not fatal, just a bug
		In fact to clear up the whole problem,
		We need just yank out the plug.
		We know we're sick of LOTS
		Cause our whole system has run down,
		Our file discs are overloaded
		And our arrays are out of bounds.
		We've got a terminal disease
		Cause we're in LOTS and LOTS a pain,
		We've got a lot of mental problem,
		And our allotment's out again.
		
		We spend all quarter here at LOTS
		Bashing our heads against the screen,
		Don't try to get help from a TA,
		They are not normal human beings.
		All of our functions are just defunct,
		And our procedures won't procede.
		We think this program we should just junk,
		This kind of treatment we don't need.
		
		We've got a terminal assignment,
		There is no chance, no time, no hope.
		We are quite sick of this confinement,
		We think LOTS a calculating dope.
		We're sick of waiting in this queue line,
		Our patience is really on it's edge,
		We'd really like to beat the system,
		And we mean beat it with a sledge.
		
					  --Terry Butzerin