Start my code day, no bugs in sight,
Each line I write, like code's delight.

Second function, errors suppressed,
Silent fixes, my skills put to the test.

Third loop, logic numb, yet breaking,
A contradiction in every line I'm making.

Fourth bug, clinging like a leech,
In the grip of coding's caffeine breach.

Fifth syntax, thoughtless actions cascade,
A program's dance, in lines arrayed.

Sixth compile, colleagues say, 'Go home,'
But where's home in this code dome?

'They say home is where the heart is,
But my heart's in a million logic twists,
Which line shall I follow?
The optimized or the broken,
I cannot tell them apart.'

In the last bit of code, I saved my hope,
When debugging was still an option,
So go ahead and save yourself from glitches,
For you are worthy of a million exceptions.