Ivory seafoam kisses the bleached sand, like long-lost lovers dancing to the rhythm of the ocean wave band. The tide crashes Into the sandy arms of the shore. A lingering embrace before receding, too fleeting. Soft waves cycle in an ostinato, as the ocean beckons Then retreats, repeats.
I think I should make it public How my love for compsci’s static My hatred is a void main(String args[]){ Where should I start? Where DO { I start?
BREAK; it down To packages to classes I might just need glasses Primitives and variables Freedom: Inevitable.
Step 1: Initialize Step 2: Declare Step 3: glare Then pull out your hair.
Int and Strings Those petty things I’d rather float Than write oop notes
IF my love for this Was put digitally boolean love = true; You have no ******* clue!
Private or public? A Return or a void? Oh functions Just send me to oblivion
Those red squiggly lines I’d rather be blind It’s only one sign: There’s millions more of its kind! Case 1: The brackets that contain everything. There’s the round ones The squiggly ones The square ones That come in a pair
Case 2: Dots. I’d rather be on ***.
Case 3: Capital Letters. Static Behaviours. Comp-sci, my saviour I love shedding tears.
G U I. More like ******* goodbye Grid layout my *** Only way it’d look nice If it was FOR Windows95
I should just make an arraylist of MyLove[]; Because my love for compsci cannot be bound by numbers
Oh! OP - Don’t forget the getters And the ****** setters I’ll set this straight. I don’t get your traits. } }