musings of an optimizing compiler writer

Even now, I feel my strength reducing
As I literally fold under the weight you placed:
"I love you," a common subexpression,
But you did not use it in its Chomsky-Normal Form;
Moved a code I thought invariant

Under guise of an alias, you gave me a thread--
A loop, unrolling in my hands
Which now reforms as use-def chains
That bind my name to yours
And propogate the copy

 buzzard