Hello debugger, my old friend
I've come to walk with you again
Because a coworker softly typing
Left their bugs while I was Skyping
And the issue that was given bug-bounty claim
Still remains
Within the mound of codelines
In restless bouts I walk alone
Bloated paths of template code
'Neath the halo of a free func
I turned my caller into the old and true
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a modern light
That split the night
And touched the mound of codelines
And in the modern light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People coding without thinking
People observing without listening
People threading without locking
People naming without caring
People optimizing without measuring
People allocating without freeing
People throwing without raii-ing
People writing without testing
People testing without automating
People committing without compiling
People looping without bounding
People dereffing without checking
People deriving without aggregating
People adding without refactoring
...
People writing code that reviewers never glared
No one dared
Disturb the mound of codelines
"Fools" said I, "You do not know
A codebase, like a cancer, grows
Watch my vids that I might teach you
Take my code that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent conversions, fell
And echoed in the hells of codelines
And the people bowed and prayed
To the modern god they made
And the compiler flashed out its warnings
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the profits
Are written on the appstore walls
And cubicle halls"
And whispered in the mounds of codelines