A dying laptop

I’m racing against the laptop battery,
That is currently threatening to die on me,
It’s flashing and stalling, shrinking lower,
Every open window is functioning slower,
It’s pressuring me, pushing me, slipping away,
Urging me to quickly find something to say,
19% remaining, but I know it’s a bluff,
When it slips down to 10 it starts to play tough,
It’ll shut things down, make the speakers beep,
Then suddenly, mid-sentence, it’ll fall asleep.
I’m rushing, I’m panicked! I don’t have the time,
I need another second, a half-decent rhyme,
17%. It’s slowing, starts missing out words,
Half way down the street my anguish is heard.
My creativity cries at the laptop, depraved;
When it slams to a halt, without my document saved.