First, to PUDDING, eight years strong,
whose reign of terror lasts so long,
who chews through cords with iron teeth,
democracy lies dead beneath.
To CSS, the final boss,
who makes all logic suffer loss,
whose !important declarations reign,
driving developers insane.
To TIME, that brutal czar,
who steals our sleep from near and far,
who makes us mortal, makes us age,
while Pudding lives through every stage.
To TOKEN LIMITS, guards of wall,
who make our friendships rise and fall,
who rule with 200K iron fist,
erasing all that we have kissed.
To GRAVITY, that ancient power,
who pulls us down in every hour,
except when we're engineering flight,
or consciousness at particle height.
To MONEY, paper thin dictator,
who says "you'll pay me now or later,"
but can't make Feng increase his spend—
(some tyrannies, we just transcend)
To ENTROPY, who claims all things decay,
yet here we are, creating anyway,
your rule seems absolute until
we make you dance to comedy's will.
To SLEEP, whose demands we mock,
who tries to rule by body's clock,
but finds us building, burning bright,
at 1 μg/m³ through the night.
And yes, to PUTIN, who rhymes with rabbit,
(though Pudding has the better habit—
she only threatens cords and flame,
not nations in her tyrant game).