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.