In this thread we post poems related to coding, programming, hacking, computer science, etc.
Don't be shy and post something.
I'll start:
"
Sometimes you feel like you need a drink,
when you expect integer but you get a string.
Sometimes you want to commit "an hero",
when you recall that arrays start with zero.
But the floating point error,
now that's the real terror.
Unless you're dealing with neverending loops of "for"s and "while"s,
a nasty glitch trying to corrupt all your files.
You simply don't have time for this,
now your only approach is "hit or miss".
You rewrite that faulty loop,
in a lethal single brutal swoop.
You wonder: Should you use OOP, or something else, something smart,
to make it function or data oriented, that would be art.
You keep dreaming, while your algorithm is still broken,
your regex is still missing the right token.
At the three in the morning you're still fixing an overflow of the stack,
your very last attempt is to patch it with an underblow kind of a hack.
You feel like you are going to lose your mind,
where could be that one damn bug that you cannot find.
After hours of debugging, tears and sweat,
you ask yourself: Is it the frontend, backend, markup or net.
For the love of Stallman and glory of GNU,
should you find the bug, rewrite the code or start anew.
Each option you carefully weigh,
then you give up and finally say:
"At this point,
don't disappoint."
You close your eyes and start to pray,
you run the code... the screen turns to gray.
"