Poetry

Programmer’s Life (#537)

Coffee ring underneath my mug,
Errors in the output I need to debug,
Crumbles of the half-eaten about my space,
Overworked brain pounding at a lightning pace,
The deadline was only yesterday about this time,
If only I could have a salt-rimmed margarita with lime,
I’m staring at the screen, but nothing seems to be coming,
My brain is on idle and the headache humming,
A stroke of absolute genius out of right field,
Just in time to make another software build,
Constant creative strife-
Ah, the programmer’s life.

Any Thoughts?

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