Been a few,
So, something new.
Write it white,
to chase the blue.
Or write it blue,
To flummox you.
But I’ve no mind,
To write that goo.
A time to go.
A fit to throw.
And all this time,
With shit to show.
Except a flare,
For what is fare.
For I can write,
With patient care
A coder true.
Hope I come due.
And get some pay,
To make it through.
My contract ends.
Goodbye work friends.
Some nameless, clueless asshole-cog in contracts who didn’t even know that what they were doing was wrong utterly Fucked Me!
I start again.