Cover  your heaven, Geoff,
With  foggy clouds,
And  try yourselve, like a boy
Who  writes BASIC,
On  VAXens  and  BSD;
You  still must leave
my Plan  9  to me,
And  my VGA  driver, which you did not  build,
And  my devshr,
Whose  glow
You  envy me.

I  know no poorer creatures
Under  the sun, than you, NIX  guys!
You  barely sustain yourself
From  sacrificial offerings
And  exhalated prayers
Your  Majesty
And  would wither, were
Not  9fans and  others
Hopeful  fools.

Here  I  sit, writing code
In  my image;
An  OS  to be like me,
To  suffer, to weep,
To  enjoy and  to delight themselves,
And  to not  attend to you â•“
As  I.