Computer Engineer's Poem

I Am a Computer Engineer

I know what you’re thinking.
You’re thinking, “That person is cool.”

And yes… you’re absolutely right.
I don’t usually brag—
but just this once, I’ll share a few facts.

I have many friends,
most of them live in chat rooms.

I spend more time staring at screens
than sitting with my family.

I have perfect vision,
but I wear glasses anyway—
because intelligence looks cooler with frames.

I love my computer,
because that’s where my world lives.

I speak many languages:
Java, C, C++,
and a few dialects only compilers understand.

I travel to exotic places—
not by plane,
but through online games and virtual worlds.

I’m into sports…
energy drinks.

I collect luxury cars.
Most of them are still sealed
in their original Hot Wheels packaging.

By now you’re probably thinking,
“I want to be that person.”

But you can’t.
I was here first.

And I am a man who cannot die - 
because programmers never die.
We just get stuck
in an infinite loop of processing.