The Programmers Blues

I can't stand another day of this
only 7 o'clock and here I be
just 9 more hours of taking shit
stuck inside a cell build just for me.
And while the urges soar from my inner drives
air, wind and motions all call out for me
I need the light of day just to be alive
this isn't the place that I'm supposed to be.
And yet these winter days are the worst of all
as the days get shorter it's much harder to see
dark at departure, dark when I withdraw
not even a shadow to comfort me.
I've got the programmers blues
I've got the programmers blues
While the days pass by that I never will see
just a line of code inside a cell, here I be.