The Programmer worships,
the deaf Queen called Logic.
His prayer is convoluted,
and occasionally obscure,
but not without elegance
in its careful dance. It is
His syntax, his currency,
but his Queen plays a hard bargain,
And he must toil to please her.

The businessman, toe tapping
and unbelieving,
derides the old harridan’s charms,
and piles up his money,
amid the woeful cries
of the besotted Programmers.
But woe to the businessman,
who casts aside his atheism,
to delve into the mysteries
of the Programmers’ belief.
For his purse will soon be empty.

© andrew rossiter 2009