With THC coursing through my brain, I code,
My variables dance like stars in the night.
In loops of logic, I’m lost on the road.
Each syntax error feels like a load,
I search for the bug with a chipper delight.
With THC coursing through my brain, I code.
My coffee’s gone cold, my thoughts start to corode,
“What’s an ‘array’? Is that even right?”
In loops of logic, I’m lost on the road.
My screensaver glows — it begins to explode,
As I ponder this infinite digital plight.
With THC coursing through my brain, I code.
Debugging this mess, I feel like a toad,
Leaping through lines in a hazy twilight.
In loops of logic, I’m lost on the road.
At last I submit, with a triumphant mode,
Only to see “404 Not in Sight.”
With THC coursing through my brain, I code,
In loops of logic, I’m lost on the road.
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