Working in the lab on a lonely evening

I always liked poems by Robert Frost. They have a nice sense rhythm and a very simple yet proufound meaning. Thus I sometimes like to make parodies of the poems. I wrote another one a long time ago.. This is the sequel which I wrote after I discovered the other one still alive in cyberspace...

The original poem is called stopping by the woods on a snowy evening.
The last verse is probably the most popular

The woods are lovely dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And Miles to go before I sleep
and miles to go before I sleep

The original (and much better) poem can be found at :

http://www.internal.org/Robert_Frost/Stopping_by_Woods_on_a_Snowy_Evening


I wrote the poem on the same meter but since I work in a lab it has been tempered by my circumstance accordingly.

Whose lab is this ? Of course I know

His office isn't in the complex though

He will not see me working here

getting the data to make a show

All who see must think it queer

that I don't know what is so clear

Choosing the work amidst internal strife

leads to the darkest presentation of the year

The spent medium, the dying cells

GFP glowing in forlorn wells

This lack of data always tells

That I have to screen until I weep

The lab is lonely dark and deep

But I have many blots to keep

And so cannot afford to sleep

And so cannot afford sleep