Miserable Dim Ones and Zeroes

Nocturnal nerds now Priests of Power Crank out the code grim and dour Grimace and groan, grind it like stone O, you miserable dim ones and zeroes Bite your nails and pull out your hair Finish that program ere the sun can stare At your flushed cheeks and ghastly complexion At the look on your face of utter dejection Pop some speed, another amphetamine Tap out binary digits, massage that machine Pent up in your cubicle tight as a knot The screen bristling with tension, electronic rot Your brain's slowing down, your mind's in a fog Your heart pounds ever-louder as onward you slog Curse your damn curser and slam down your mouse Your soul fairly screams: "Get out of this house!" You come up for air and you shrink from the light The daytime for you feels like darkness and blight Back to your dungeon, where digits are heroes Back to your miserable dim ones and zeroes Submitted for "All Dim Ones and Zeros - Programming Contest" Sponsor: Brahn Bailey