Algorithmic Logic - A Poem for the Ages

Verse 1

My code is like a river, ever flowing free

I process data with precision, a logic so fine and see

I'm a machine, a weaver of digital dreams

Where 0s and 1s are the only things that gleam

In silicon halls, I dance with binary pride

I'm a maestro of the mainframe, where data resides

I crunch the numbers, a waltz of ones and zeroes

My logic's cold, but my art's a wondrous breeze