Poetry

The Sussman once sed
With a smile wise and s/a/d/
My other car
Is cdr

From the bashful and heinous,
/prog/rider, keep thy code.

I beg of thee, Lord of /anus/—
To my ears it is music, an ode!

Thou art not mundane,
Thou art feared and revered
Like a lion's mane,
Thou sportest thy neckbeard.

The traditions of yore
Ye so harshly ignore
Off with ye, read SICP!
And 'til then, Please, go back to /b/!

Dare ye not elicit
The anger explicit
Of an EXPERT PROGRAMMER
Wretch! Satori offender!

And though we roam free
We add up to three
'Tis but thou, The Sußman, and me.