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Looking Through My Book of Obscure Sorrows
So, if this is all a hologram,
who is my coder?
Oh Code-Writer who art above suspension
hollow be thy game
Thy coding done not for my fun
but for Your greater gain.
Tease us not with expectation
of justice under sun
but write us Go-To salvation
let unfun be done,
for in Your Great Compiler
translation seems somewhat off
making the rich ever richer
while the rest of us get slough,
so get Your act together
make this program right
we can’t wait forever
for You to see the light.
We am what we am
and Your code’s getting colder.
– Smith, 5.1.2015
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