Code
Code,
rode,
things ran,
over the WAN,
and the LAN,
and his and her computer,
a little tweak,
given by a squeak,
changed the mode,
of the code,
they cried virus,
so many hit machines,
and they tend,
but do you know,
you work under a life code,
a million viruses,
hit you day long,
you take hits,
and proudly declare,
that you are fine and fit.
what a callous disregard of human machine-versus the man made machine.
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