It's that time when... 

The mind feels like straw.

Slightly crunchy, dry and prone to creasing

It's that time when...

The screen is full of words that do and don't roar

Eyes strained, breath most unpleasing.

It's that time when...

We hear the sound of the withdraw

Failing fingers tap, tap, tapping.

It's that time when...

We need to stop showing off how clever we are.

So clever, are we...?