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@codinghorror@infosec.exchange I was walking home late under the moonlit sky, The wandering wind swayed the streetlights, And I sang to the stars above — My golden bills, my loyal friends, Keeping me fed, merry, and drunk. I courted luck and endured life’s blows, But a heavy pocket made everything easier. I drank hard, knew beautiful women, And never spared my money — that’s the charm of it. Sometimes fate pulled the reins tight, The lasso whistled, danger stared down the barrel. But you never let me fall — My feet stayed firm on the ground. You vanish often, my wild companions, But you can’t live without me. And golden days will come again — Days full of fire, mischief, and luck.