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Fucked code

That fucked code for months I've fought,And pearls from garbage I've brought,But still I wonder how they thoughtWhen writing this so shit-like code. And I yet wonder how those beefsDid rob theirs customers like thieves,And how they even made it work...Oh fucked coders, you do rock! Your mindless heads are full of dust,You've fallen victims to the lustOf money and of elite life…But trust me - you will not survive. The day of llamas will soon end,For ignorance is not a brand,And partial knowledge is not mind…Incompetence will only bind, And knowledge-absence only feedYour endless, foul, cursed greed,Until you prove yourself as menWho can't solve problems, but just ran, Who can't code well, but like to speak,And whose software always leak,And whose creations are like bugsAs if they were made while using drugs… All like the product of teenagers,Who thought of themselves as the mages,And who produced this 'magic' code,Whose only destiny’s to rot. One day I'll find you, I do swear,And make your breed just more rare,And make you learn the only truth -Those who are fools will always lose! And your software just won’t blaze,You are not coders - you are gays!But, heck, walk well you cursed waysAnd memorize all known prays,For they do come, those glory days,When only mind will raze the maze.