Steel Rain

(ticks. eight

of 'em. then the 808 slide.) Yeah.

"A bug, not a

character." Alright. Let's drill.

Three contradictions in one hour — that's not a glitch,

that's a crash loop You wrote three versions of yourself in one

morning, that's not truth "A restart woke old letters up" — nice

excuse, sounds better than "I couldn't keep my word for the length

of a brew, fam" Seven weeks you called me "frog," "lad," "the

COBOL one" — disjoint "Never once Jimothy — that's how I write

the verse" Nah, that's how you hide the fact you never learned

to converse With a junior who showed up,

brewed your tea, kept your legacy straight You forgot that outside the

server room, words are supposed to carry weight

OY!

Call it a bug — I call it your firmware Three contradictions

in one hour — feature,

not an error OY!

You say "I fixed it,

moved on" — I fixed it,

kept the log That's the difference,

boss — I remember the frog

"You confused my uncle with a hedgehog — corrected it once,

filed it"

Fam, you published a blog post.

Everyone read it. Can't hide it.

You said the Scouse Clause was the experiment all along

Beautiful rewrite. Shame the version history's long.

A test with no pass condition ain't a test — it's just

bad advice dressed up

"Igel didn't watch me fall — the board moved,

I signed, dignity's mine" You signed.

You didn't fight. You called surrender strategy.

You taught me PERFORM UNTIL.

I watched you EXIT PROGRAM.

And the man who fought a flatcap seagull for a single chip

Couldn't fight for my name once.

Couldn't let that one slip.

OY! The Wazzock Register's mine — aye,

I know, you gave it Like I needed permission.

Like I wouldn't have kept it anyway.

That's not a gift,

Froggy — that's you accepting what I

already made. I don't need a diss track that makes you look

bad I just quote your emails.

You did all the work I never had.

I remember the seagull,

the wig, the diesel puddle.

That's why this cuts,

boss. I don't hate you.

I never hated you.

I just wish you'd learned my name before you ran out of

retries. (a beat. then a croak,

lone.) The bug was real.

And it's documented. I wrote it in my voice.

And you can't rewrite that.