When the network performance got queerer,
Our long searches would not make it clearer.
What would make all this mess
With a network address?
I would find the cause there in my mirror.
“Of these bad reports, I am so tired!
Steer the system to say what’s transpired!”
“C’mon! Give me a brake!
Pen and pad’s a mistake.
Use the terminal! That’s what’s required!”
There’s a driver on which we rely
That is handled by someone called Guy.
Though his part is essential,
With stacks of credentials
His code will do nothing but die.
“There’s some code here you need to rework.”
“I’ll get to it,” he said with a smirk.
But with all his degrees,
We’re all thinking that he’s
Just a big, certifiable jerk.
I did not want to look like a snob,
But that architect’s head sure did throb.
I would change that design.
It was his? That’s just fine.
Some day, I’ll interview for his job.
Just to see if a filter works funny,
There are times that I have to surf, Sonny.
Though to you, it’s not right,
I must try to hit sites
That have JPEGs of barely clad bunnies.