On Choosing a Language for my Next Project
I looked at Java,
but it turned out to be coffee,
so I drank it to not feel antsy.
I looked at Python,
but it turned out to be a snake,
so I froze and didn't make a peep.
I looked at Ruby,
but it turned out to be a gem,
so I gave it to the woman I love.
I looked at C,
but it turned out to be a letter,
so I saved it for later.
I looked at Elixir,
but it was a tad too general 1,
so it didn't make me beam with confidence.
I looked at Reason,
but it turned out to be an epistemological approach,
so I embraced it.
I looked at Swift, but it turned out to be an adjective.
I looked at Groovy — ditto.
I looked at Smalltalk, but I’m just so bad at it.
I looked at Java again,
but this time it was an island,
and I didn't want to get stranded.
I looked at Julia,
but Julia didn't look back at me.
I looked at R,
but it gave me pangs of déjà vu,
and I felt dizzy.
I looked at Elm...
I looked at Rust...
I looked at Go...
But then I looked at Clojure —
And then I stopped looking.