We are the perpetrators of code golf

In the chaotic maze of code, where less is more, We stand, the harbingers of brevity's core. Masters of compression, architects so sly, In the world of bytes, we aim to simplify. We are not just coders in this crafty loft; We are the sly, sleek perpetrators of code golf. In realms of terse syntax, optimization's king, On madness's brink, our condensed logic sings. We laugh at verbosity, excess we toss off, In our creations not a single byte is lost. For in our domain, every character must pay its cost. We are not mere programmers; we are the perpetrators of code golf. Our creed calls not to the timid or the meek, But to rebels at keyboards, the audaciously sleek. Defying convention, we push limits with glee, Renegades in code, pushing what can be. We are not mere programmers; we are the perpetrators of code golf. We champion simplicity, the elegance of the terse, In trimming bytes, we find our universe. Crafting algorithms, our art, precise and deft, Each line a stroke of genius, left and right, weft. We are not mere programmers; we are the perpetrators of code golf.