Hello client, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because your visions won't stop leaping
And the features don't stop creeping
But the visions, that are planted in your brain,
Still remain, outside the spec's compliance.

In IDEs we write our code
to match the spec we've been bestowed
Fixing the problems we can repro
Pushing the module to the cloud repo 
When the code complies, and the green of a CI light
shows it's right, 
and meets the spec's compliance
			  
I pulled the tracker and I saw
ten thousand "features" maybe more
Features wanting no restrictions
Features full of contradictions 
Features needing things, that noone every shared
And no one cared,
about the spec's compliance

"Fools," said I, "You do not know
Software like a cancer grows"
Hear my words that I might teach you
Give me specs so I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops, fell
And echoed in the spec's compliance

But the client signed and paid
For the software "god" we made
While the users cried out their warning
In the words that it was forming
And the client said "The words of the users are written in the inbox walls. And office halls"
But never in the spec's compliance