conan o'brien has been
my late night physics homework companion
and the northern star
of my coding journeys
across the object-oriented oceans
of template-based functional programming dreams
where nothing is ever as it seems
and debugging is just about as easy
as selling peace to the republicans

i would get coffee and a snack
watch his big red hair make a crack
at intellectually-lacking blond celebs of the time
and despite a tired troubled mind, i'd suddenly feel fine

the productive hours lose their steam
and the brain is just not as good as its been
i shake it off and i fight through
knowing that the big dancing irish stick figure can make me as good as new