had we bitcoin enough and time, thy coyness nerd girl, were no crime

we would sit back and think what way, to troll, and pick which noobs to slay

thou by the DOCSIS modem's side, shouldst redbulls chug, no circuits fried

red rings would not complain, i would

love thee through SIN and DNS flood

and you should, if you choose, refuse

til we get rid of weaboos

my procedural love should grow

vaster than heap space, at setpriority low

a hundred years should go to praise

thine eyes, and how they raise thy k/d rate

two cores to render each breast

but a 2080TI for the rest!

an age, at least, to every part

and the last age should show your heart

for lady, you deserve in-finite state

nor would i love at lower rate

      but at my back i always hear

hard disk corruption hurrying near

and yonder all before us lie

tech bros' apartments in fidi

chinese vc shall no more be found

nor, in thy truststore shall be found

my private key; then GOOG shall try

your stealth startup's virginity

and your quaint equity turn to dust

and to local politics my lust

atherton's a fine and private place

but none, i think, do there embrace

      now therefore, while that youthful hue

lasts through all nighters and mountain dew

and while the love of code transpires

with every keypress, instant fires

now, let us sport us while we may

and now, like amorous birds of prey

rather at once our time devour

than languish in the NASDAQ'S power

let us roll all our strength and all

our sweetness up into one ball

and tear our pleasures with rough strife

through frisco's golden gates round life

thus, though we cannot make elon

stand still, yet we will make him run