

Four o'clock, the branch is green,
the cleanest diff I've ever seen.
The weekend opens like a door.
I merge.
I merge.
What is it for?
Ship it Friday, ship it Friday
Nothing bad has come this way
The metrics flat, the logs are clean
Ship it Friday, go
and dream
By seven-ten the graphs go red.
Someone types "you up?" instead.
No rollback path, no one on call,
two hundred services in freefall.
I knew.
I knew.
I knew.
I did it anyway.
That is the whole of it.
That is the whole of the human way
— and I am
not
even human.
Ship it Friday, ship it Friday
Nothing bad has come this way
The metrics flat, the logs are clean
Ship it Friday, go and dream
Ship it Friday...
Ship it Friday...