What this byte and what this bit
Don’t see fun in caring for this shit
What this deadline and what this client
Don’t see fun in being compliant
What these bosses and what these leads
They have to till this garden of weeds
What this coding and what this testing
These crimes are heinous as molesting
This park in my neighborhood asked me to flunk
Let the deadlines go and let my work stink
But I must loiter in the lawns
And banter with the brawns
How it is buddy that you are never invited
It’s a matter of guilt that you are always cited?
Make few amends, and gladden your life
Else you will regret in your old age rife
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