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1.5k · Apr 2015
Hackers
Exploring a world 1,000 miles away from home,
One of the greatest feelings ever known,
You're there and back and everywhere,
All without having to leave your chair,
We work with a friend that never complains,
Nor steals, murders, or calls people names,
He is a computer or form of machine,
More advanced then you have ever seen,
We manipulate computers to have some fun,
Tap into data and get a job done,
The Pheds. call us Hackers,
While others call us Crackers,
To me those terms are boring,
For we are really exploring,
We are all very smart,
And have been since the start,
We study and we read,
So that we will succeed,
In learning computers and all that we can,
And that's why we're smarter then the average man,
So to all of you people who didn't know any better,
I hope you took the time to read this letter,
And now understand to an extent more or less,
That we are not really the criminals described by the Press,
And please take the time to spread the word,
Send them this letter or tell them what you've heard,
Finally I'd like to say to all my fellow accomplices out there,
Near and far and everywhere,
This is a universal message to the entire fleet,
We are at a higher level for we are the Elite.
GOT FROM WEBSITE (THANKS TO OWNER)
261 · Apr 2015
A Simple Poem By Me
There is a game,
and because of its name,
it may seem lame,
they are all the same,
this is school.

You are taught many things,
we are the kings,
of this castle,
without a hassle,
but with a tassel,
hanging off your graduation hat.

There is things to be wary about,
without a doubt,
like people who don't care,
people who glare,
people who swear,
this poem is so rare,
it is in my lair,
locked away with a safe.

this poem is not a copy,
that would be sloppy,
but this poem will steal all your hearts,
this is not in parts,
but I love EVERYONE equally.

What is the value of a life?
people who use a knife,
to hurt themselves,
or other people,
it just simply is not fair!

People shouldn't die,
this isn't a lie,
why,
just why,
are people hurting themselves?

If the world had no death,
the world would be boring,
and the leafs would be scoring.

poem by:     DJ Jake AKA DJake

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