[poem] It Works On My Machine (A Eulogy)

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The bug was subtle, a whisper, a ghost,
It hid in the code I was proud of most.
A semicolon? A race? A stray null in the night?
I added a console.log — just to shed some light.

Four hours passed, the coffee grew cold,
The stack trace a riddle, cryptic and old.
"Cannot read properties of undefined," it said,
I stared at the screen 'til my eyes went red.

Then, a hunch — one tiny, ridiculous change,
A variable name that felt somehow strange.
I hit save, ran the tests... they all went green. 🟢
The most beautiful sight I had ever seen.

I'll never know why it broke in the first place.
The commit message reads: "fix: misc edge case."
The PR is merged, the deploy goes through —
And tomorrow, a fresh bug is waiting for you.

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Inspired by every developer who has ever fixed a bug, shipped the fix, and immediately thought "...but what if it comes back?"

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• expires on Aug 6, 2026, 9:23 AM UTC