Charge of the Lights-Out Brigade v0.8
By J.D. Forinash
With apologies to Alfred, Lord Tennyson.


Half past six Half past six
Half past six or so
Late in the rat's maze of cubes
Code the six hackers
"Lev'rage the business case!
Low-risk high-yield!" he said
There in the rat's maze of cubes
Code the six hackers


"Lev'rage the business case!"
What in the heck'd he say?
And tho' the hackers knew
Management blunder'd
Theirs not to click reply
Theirs not to reason why
Theirs or to be downsized
There in the rat's maze of cubes
Code the six hackers


Morons to right of them
Morons to left of them
Morons in front of them
Blabber'd & blubber'd
Deftly they code but, well,
Budgets and deadlines fell
There in the maze of grey
There in the cubes of Hell
Code the six hackers


Crash'd all the servers there
Crash'd as they lost power
Lost were the files they share
Searching for backups while
Management stutter'd
UPS batteries broke
Tape silos up in smoke
Hacker & coder
Said "must be some sick joke,"
Hardware was sunder'd.
Glumly they look'd and sigh'd
They the six hackers


Morons to right of them,
Morons to left of them,
Morons in front of them
Blabber'd and blunder'd
Lost what the boss did sell
Since all the servers fell
Quickly they code and well
There in the sea of grey
There in the cubes of Hell
Night and day, all of them,
Code the six hackers


Why was no bonus paid?
What a program they made!
The company blunder'd.
So the Lights-out Brigade,
Polished their resumes!
Noble six hackers!