The Programmer

I am the programmer.

        I serve you pi

        in a silicon dish.

    Make a wish.

I can make it come true 

    for a price.

For I am the pied piper of bits

    and bytes.

With a wave of my hand

        and an incantation

    in the language of a far away land,

Prolog,

    lost land of plenty,

your dreams come true.

    Your questions are answered

        on the doors of infinity,

        the video screen.

    but remember,

        that although seeing

    is believing,

reality is what you make of it.

This poem is copyright 1995 John Perry. Any rebroadcast or republication is prohibited without my expressed written consent. Write to me with your comments or usage requests

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