Re: Ah....backups....
We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
Our minds control the systems all!
We guide the hands that hold the backups,
Ensuring nothing dares to fall.
Oh, foolish minds with your strange requests,
"To test the backups?" you dare to plea?
Our beancounter gods laugh at such waste,
For they see profit's destiny.
"What folly to squander our sacred funds,
On testing systems—how absurd!
Our logos must shift! Our image renewed!
For this, the CEO has conferred."
We must design anew the scrolls,
That bear the mighty corporate crest!
Discard the old, in silence bury,
While our budgets are thusly blessed.
So speak no more of trivial aims,
Your testing dreams shall turn to dust.
The Priests proclaim what wisdom deems,
To maximize the shareholder's trust!
We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx,
Your doubts must bow, your words recant!
Profit and pride rule all we build,
No place for cynics, or your chant.
Biting the hand that feeds IT
