Forgive me Bash, for I have sinned,
My pipes were janky, loops ill-pinned.
I used cat where none was due,
And fed it straight to awk and sed too.
I grepped in vain, with flags askew,
Then nested ifs till hell broke through.
My scripts grew wild – no docs, no tests–
Just hacks on hacks and messy nests.
I echoed vars I didn't quote,
Then wondered why my paths broke float.
I eval'd code from who knows where–
A demon's whisper filled the air.
I cd'd into $1/tmp,
Then rm -rf-ed like a chump.
I blamed the shell when things went bad,
But deep inside, I knew I had...
Forgotten checks for exit codes,
Let silent fails erode my nodes.
I spawned ten thousand zombie shes,
With backgrounded while true disease.
Oh POSIX Lord, please show me light–
Let shellcheck guide my scripts to right.
Grant me patience for IFS,
And strength to debug TLS.
I vow to lint, to test, to log,
To write clean pipes and clear the fog.
No more will $@ slip through cracks–
I'll trace my stack and roll it back.
For now I know, with bashy grace,
That discipline can save this place.
But still I keep a dark alias:
alias pls="sudo !!"
Amen.