They awake at morning lightHaving churned their thoughts all night
Computers and calculus incite
These weird geeks' to all their might
They live to work day after day
All they can talk is math, code and rays
But what is worse than hearing them bay
Is that they expect me in their parleys
Not once over their 12 hour day
Do they feel the urge to check Yahoo, CL or eBay
It's not that they work so hard for their pay
Just that this is to them a roll in the hay
It was just a thought I might
Spell out my daily plight
For this place from which I write
Is not a pretty pretty sight!
