(Back story: I married an Electrical Engineer)
You're a modern paladin, a wreathed
Knight of the Cubicle Desk. Boldly you think
Outside the box and round the squares, resolved
To rout all wrongs and congregate your kind.
From a panoply of pens, pocket-sheathed
And primed, you flash a piercing lance of ink
To dauntlessly defend each problem solved
And diagram your dialogue of mind.
The standard is your foe, fire-breathed
By dragons guarding status-quo who chink
Outdated gold and cannot change. Absolved
Of olden Quest, you persevere and find
A novel Grail. You're blessed, as one bequeathed
With sage ability to break the link
Of thought that chains like mail- which, once dissolved,
Falls behind. And those who've suffered blind
Begin to see. You forge ahead, enwreathed
By eager squires fired on the brink
Of innovation, and the Company, revolved,
Comes round to you- the Engineering Mind.
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