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I was told today
by a troll
I've been hacked
and compromised

I was told today
by this troll
pay up or there'll
be a surprise

I was told get
me some bitcoins
you're at the mercy
of our wishes and commands

Get a couple dozen
or we'll release
everything to everyone
pay heed to our demands

They're clueless ****** fools
I've no secrets in email
just another trollish tool
used against a woman, or a man

I casually hit delete
emptied all the trash
the hacker with no clue
a troll from somewhere in Sudan
Serious, got an email telling it was gonna release all my secrets and **** to loved ones and friends, they had hacked my puter and had taken control of  my webcam LOL, what a weak pathetic extortion attempt *******.
Jack L Martin Sep 12
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Hint: I put a hex on you!

Dedicated to all the geeks and freaks who support the digital world.
my nuts
put your ear closer
listen
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Temporal Fugue Sep 2017
Please don't stuff the ballot box
our choices already chosen

The soviets, with hacker skills
our email accounts, now frozen

Interfering with companies, and corporations
dispersal of the wealth held dear
the one percent, in constant motion

If you really want to hurt us
and bring down our society

Shut down facebook, and twitter
destroy our social, stupidity

And then we'll be more malleable
no outlet for our drivel, the constant idiocy
and, you'll do us a favor
setting us, completely free
Phone slaves! Rise up! and put the phone, down! ;D
pin Mar 2017
Appears so easy, for u to read binary on finger tips.
& u always greet everyone with a lie,
Lie like smile
Google voice, tripping-salamander tail ready to grow.
Lilac lips, black eyes, 2000 words a minute,
Seems so easy for u to smell blood through skin.
Nateive Son Feb 2017
Hacking,
Getting Out,
Being Free.

All elements of the same dice I keep rolling,
Hitting the wall,
Working my abs to make sure I can feel them,
Not buried by the junk,
Makes you want to break into the Apple store,
Smash everything,
******* Steve Jobs and his ******* real deadbeat parents,
Poisoning the rivers,
Ironically educating me and millions of hipsters
In corporate coffee shops.

Whatever happened to mom and pop?
They smoke their legal **** now and don't have nostalgia,
That's what indica does to you,
Why I smoke sativa,
When I feel like checking out,
Which isn't often,
Because Jesus Christ this is all too real,
All too real,
All too real,
It's all happening right now,
The same things again and again,
Nobody is learning from the books,
Writing since cuneiform and the Egyptian pictures,
Again and again,
Gone and gone and gone and GONE!

I'm not going to live like this,
You got me as a ***** in preschool and kept me until
After college,
And while I do really enjoy the music at Mass,
I move too much,
Think far away,
To throw the verse at anyone.

That's for you to find out.

And if you could see me clacking
On these ******* keys,
Like Kerouac with his typewriter,
Against nothing,
For everything,
You could understand how fragmented,
And far gone I am,
From what the Cherokee,
envisioned for me.

Always trying to get back to Earth.
When you come out, your **** is gone: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ILxKidrD3K8
Temporal Fugue Oct 2016
Stole what they could, destroyed the best
encrypted the remains, ransomed the rest
They found a way in, probably electronic mail
sneaking like a weasel, and all that, that entails

Shrieking in glee, streaming the Internet
reveling with cronies, they've never seen, or met
Socially awkward children, living in the liquid crystal glow
holding their virginity, fan boys, wallowing a hero show

Black hats worn, in darkened caves
darknet files, and tools that they've saved
Fat fingers fly, on gaming boards
over twinky crumbs, and hot pocket hoards

Hacker hacker, not found everywhere
hacking machines, on whim, and a dare
When dinner is served, Mommy will call
waddling from the basement, and slinking the hall
Ya gotta wonder how pale and sad such a life would be...
Nateive Son Mar 2016
Jesus Christ,
Pontius Pilate himself could not have condemned,
Such a vast digital realm,
Into nothingness and trapezoidal anger,
[what does that even mean?]

Where when I first appeared everyone was dancing and jigging,
Laughing at each other's faces,
Snapsnapsnap in old beatnik graces,
I thought maybe I'd found,
1955 'Frisco among the Google pages,
After all,
Coca-Cola's can is red,
Like the blood of Christ!

The mind is blown and shaken like leaves,
Again,
Again,
Again.

I got my first taste of poetic support and fun there,
Directed from a wayward library group,
In the real world,
One sweaty summer bandana day,
Post-*****,
Post-caring of dollars.

I cared about poetry and books,
Not girls or "success."

Alas,
It has been called a diaspora,
But why?

Why did the hackers make us cry?

Another digital loss,
In a bits and zeros world,
Another checkmark,
For Skynet.

Do you hear me John Connor?

Poetry makes no cents,
But it's the only thing,
That makes sense,
To this boy,
Sometimes.

I love it like the noonday sun in the forest,
A piece of the soul,
Creating peace in the soul.

It is my eternal friend.

I guess that's another part of my life,
I wish wasn't over,
But is.
This poem is only available on Hello Poetry. I have stopped publishing on Poetfreak and will be archiving whatever poems are not here from there.

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