Ode to the Upgrade Aides Contest

As I gaze upon the computer screen,
My eyesight becoming less than keen
I attempt to try and digest the news,
That today's assignment is to make four reviews

It's tough to go out and have to critique,
When your own writing skills are fairly weak
I mean, who am I to say, "That's not so hot..."
When some of my own stuff''s beginning to rot?

So I grab the bottle and pop a pill,
The little brown one that says "Advil"
But if the review process goes on much longer,
I may "upgrade" to something stronger

My brow now covered with perspiration,
I'm starting to embrace the thought of self-medication
Temporarily, though, I've hit a wall,
As the only other drug in the house is Tylenol

Dismayed, I proceed; I go ahead and rate
A piece with so many errors, that this story I hate!
Yet it looks so familiar, and soon a little bell does ring,
As I realize that I'm the one who wrote this thing!