Code not for the men who wonder
Straw that broke your back, you're under
Cast all them types aside who care
Empty eyes and dead end stare

Don't you know that none are blind
To the lie, and you think I don't find code you hide?

What in compiler's name have you done?
Stick your code here for some real fun

For the horse you've grown much fonder
Than for me, that I don't ponder
As the error of one who bit you
Smiling unicode byte your own self, too

And I think that you're not blind
To the codes you left behind
I'll be here

What in compiler's name have you done?
Stick your code here for some real fun

So be yearning all your life
Twisting, parsing like a knife

Now you know the reasons why
Can't code high, or you will die
Or you'll die

What in compiler's name have you done?
Stick your code here for some real fun
So your program weighs a ton
And code's name is smack for some