Written for Professor Mark Kotary who teaches the language of the machine.
by Jerry "Clapso" Avissato
He strides the empty oval corridor Orbiting the island of boxes And speaks the language of the machine
The initiates stoop In the mild bluish glow And put will to the task, of the language of the machine
The Technomage stops, With a slight adjustment of his nose balanced lenses He waves his wand, while in muttering incantation, of the language of the machine
OOOHHH That's UGGGLYY or Perhaps good boy, good girl� in either case He heals with a touch, in the language of the machine
But wait! Upon seeing an endless loop He writes a chart and divines from the stars what is in the source. He squashes that bug in the language of the machine
Upon his furrowed brow we see The thought inherent of one whom knows The language of the machine
But then, what's this? A smile cross't his lips, as he finds deep meaning In the language of the machine
And when done, the coders see Reflected in the screen, or perhaps in him our other monitor The language of the machine� and we know it's us that's speaking.
Read, Think, Speak, Write, Be!