Would you like to hang out on the weekend some time
And say things that we like to say,
Like "How are you doing?" and "Weather's sublime,"
And how altruists should spend ten K?
But with inbox so teeming, and weekends high-priced
And better spent coding alone,
Tell me what could make up for the sin to ask twice,
But the sin in the form of a poem?
The poem although well done
Does not consider the fun
About contact and conversation
The value of human relation
I agree that our competitions
Keeps us worried and running for more
To keep up with modern decisions
But beware of being too bored
The mind may wander to a place
Where there’s nothing but sadness and strain
And all of the great progress you’ve made
Will be completed but lost in vain