Whose code this is, I think I know:
He left the firm some time ago.
He cannot cringe to see its scope
So exponentially grow.
I skim his lines, think "What the heck?"
I cannot grok this--much less check
For proper place to splice my work:
I'm in spaghetti to the neck!
With second read--and Google's grace--
Each function falls now into place
And though our styles are night and day,
My brain becomes a smarter space.
To learn all night I have the urge,
But at my deadline must I surge
With code to test before I merge.
And code to test before I merge.
Thoughts on computers, companies, and the equally puzzling humans who interact with them