Raymond
sent me this... wala lang. sort of like what i experience... unlike the
poem however, i DO NOT make lots of money when i work. hay, work's a
total bitch.
A Poem
I
start my day by sitting on a chair,
Giving
my monitor a hard, cold stare,
By
evening I'm done with another coding
Oh! This has become a routine so boring.
Like
all, I entered this field with great hope
Jobs
were many and there was plenty of scope
Dreams
of joining the likes of Gates
And
a chance to make money in the States.
Thus,
I entered the world of bytes
Only
to realize that reality bites
'Cause a
programmer's life, isn't all that cozy
The
bed of software, isn't all that rosy.
Seeing
the monitor all day and night
Have
taken the power of my eyesight
Late
to bed and late to rise
Has
made me wealthy, but not healthy and wise.
Working
holidays, busy weekends
No
time for family, no time for friends
My
job steals most of my time
Helplessly,
I watch this crime.
Just
for few bits of money,
I
forgot those moments with my honey
When
I should be out - having fun
I' m
telling a computer, what's to be done.
I hate you,
yet I cant get away,
'Cause,
I need the money you pay,
God,
to thee I pray
If
there be one - show me the way.
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