The Stoned Engineer's Syntax Slip

In code he dives, a digital deep sea,
With THC coursing through his brain’s bright stream,
He types with fervor, though not quite with glee,
Each semicolon feels like a grand scheme.

“Functions!”, he shouts, as his screen starts to glow,
But lo! A bug lurks just ‘neath the calm code,
Though logic is king, high thoughts tend to flow,
He wonders if brackets can also explode.

He stares at the screen, his mind starts to race,
“Are these variables truly my best friends?”
“Oh wait, what’s this logic? Is coding a race?
I’ll compile a joke! Does this loop ever end?”

With laughter as fuel, he sprints for the save,
But hits ‘Control Z’—oh, the sadness he braves!
Forever will be the tragic code wave,
The stoned engineer who misnamed his wares.

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