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MY COMPUTER IS INFECTED WITH A VIRUS
FROM SURFING TEEN AGE **** SITES LATE AT NITE
SOME OF WHAT I'V SEEN, IT LOOKS QUITE NORMAL
WHILE OTHER THINGS THEY JUST DON'T SEEM QUITE RIGHT
I'D JUST STARTED CHRISTMAS SHOPPING
WHEN I LEARNED THAT I'D BEEN HACKED
THERE APPEARED BEFORE ME QUITE THE PHOTO
OF A REINDEER WITH **** ELF FOLK ON HER BACK
AS I LOOKED MORE AT THE PHOTO
AND I LOOKED DEEP IN THE TREES
I SAW JUST A HINT OF SCARLETT
THAT LOOKED JUST LIKE MRS. SANTA ON HER KNEES
AS I LOOKED MORE AT THE PICTURE
SHE HAD A LOOK, BUT NOT OF PAIN
AND I SAW WHAT SHE WAS *******
WAS NOT AN ALLANS  CANDY CANE!
AS I TRIED TO LEAVE THE WEBSITE
A NEW PHOTO CAME MY WAY
AND I STARED HARD IN AMAZEMENT
THINKING, CORR I NEVER KNEW THAT ELVES COULD BEND THAT WAY
ONE WAS DOING **** GYMNASTICS
WITH HER *** HIGH IN THE AIR
SHE HAD SOMETHING IN HER "OUT" HOLE
AND I THOUGHT, "I DON'T THINK THAT THING  BELONGS IN THERE"
SO I SHUT DOWN MY COMPUTER
AND THE SCREEN FADED TO BLACK
I THOUGHT I'D LOST ALL MY FILES
AND THERE'S NO WAY IN THE WORLD TO GET THEM BACK
I'D BE OFF LINE WELL PAST CHRISTMAS
AND THERE'S NOTHING MORE TO SAY
I'D BEEN BURNED BY SURFING **** SITES
SEEING THINGS YOU SHOULDN'T SEE ON CHRISTMAS DAY
WHEN MY HEAD DID HIT MY PILLOW
I SWORE FROM **** SITES I'D REFRAIN
BUT I WOKE UP EARLY THE NEXT MORNING
AND FOUND A HALF ******  STICKY CANDY CANE
I COULD NOT HELP BUT WONDER
WHO HAD LEFT IT HERE BESIDE
BUT I KNEW DEEP DOWN IT CAME FROM
SANTA  ON HIS ONE NIGHT YEARLY RIDE
WHEN I TURNED ON MY COMPUTER
I KNEW I'D KEEP IT TO MYSELF
NO ONE WOULD BELIEVE IT IF I TOLD THEM
OF **** SITES FULL OF DEER AND NAKED ELVES.
McKenzie Fritz Jan 2015
Start.  Tripp-ing your
sneak-ers on black-brown
alley corr-i-dors fast
you’re stum-bl-ing boy
and you gotta go fast
Go. Go. Go. breathe.
glance your hip o-ver
that dump-ster on the cor-ner
and keep go-ing.
bare-ly touch the grime
boy, bare-ly be fly-ing.
Shut down.  don’t ev-en
listen, be-cause if you
hear ‘em you are gone
you don’t ev-en gotta
see a thing go by. go boy.
but then you did-n’t see
that blank-****** cat
and you’re stum-bl-ing
flat on your fore-head
and cutt-ing across the buzz.
you hear that horn honk-ing.
Preferably each hyphen should chop the word a little, making a pronounced cut between those words/syllables. But obviously I don't control how you read it.
OPB1/ 99237 / KURT /B1099 / TRET / GLENN /0842
ALAS / 443599/ COHEED / FTRTRAVEL / NORED /
666 / LINER / OCEAN / 2117 /6209/ TWELVE /SPLIT
FORSCOM / COMMANDER / 765 / ERGOT /2112 /
BIPn / RADAR / COLT / 999 /ERLANGER / FOXTROT
PETTICOAT / 4444423y-simpson / indicator-green / opal
INFUSIAM / TWILIGHT /OCEAN /B-trellie / AMALGAM-
alpha 235-kwqr / RED -copy zulu-999876-whiskey / OMEGA
/ CENTAURI-f-zone-d- corr. -fp-NOVA / HEMIS / 0008 /
retaw / p- positive-angle-21345 l-tin-333 / NOVA-5-i-8-o/
HOTEL / ZULU / EAGLE / 2119-j-TRIT--pers. 31 ALPHA
RUBY/ OSWEILER / GRINNELL / CLARION -29-yj-4589 /
OMNI-235 / OCEAN /P-38-t-card -ING -MOYTRON-US/
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283492angle-8--76765555657-oriole-cas...ghtyu-GURU / BLUE
SUNSET / arc-21234563777878-0000099990000000000000tbf
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Randolph L Wilson --November 2017
Mateuš Conrad Feb 2018
what talk of "heroism"
         is there worth a mentioning,
in a domesticated world?
               i.e. less an Achilles heel,
and  more...
                 an Achilles knee.
to have to bow,
                                           gesticulate,
    before a representation
of a "saviour* who died without
a ripe thesis of old age
                      akin to joseph?
           if you've ever seen a
stray dog, you'll know that
                being filled with admiration
watching polar bears
seems pointless:
             we've bred these wild creature
from our efforts to also
              muster argtument
from keeping the leviathans caged...
            oh, there are no repercussion...
feel free, explore...
           wodurch die kalt: beruhigt,
(oh) how the cold: sooths;
      what, you met a *******
with a thesaurus to match up to your
schoolboy audacity to
          distrust making an error?
see... arabs...
        they've been given a gift...
                   and they squandered it...
            the Jordanians are *******,
the Libyans are *******...
                                   if i'm to gesticulate
affirmative lunacy before this art-work...
hands grow numb, past the flesh
and into a puppet master with bone
on the tips of each member, primarily
left index,
         corr-
          index, minddle finger,
   space bar, correction...
         thumbs are worth ****...
   i do not have the patience to read into
tracts of keyboard usage...
     delete: right hand, ring finger...
      enter button esp. right hand
ring finger and pinky...
       the space bar?
     index...
       delete?
   never mind that, ctrl button
mainly pinky on the shift button
and middle on the ? "uppercase"
            just a ref. to my local general
practitioner using a keyboard
like a crow, pecking...
  index, index, index, index...
     two hands, *******,
and a ******* sentence of authority
at the end of it!
                how do i paint the fiddling
of my hands, to repict what
finger goes where?
           right hand: *******,
space bar, primarily index
   interchangeable between left and right...
     and if anyone thought
that samuel beckett couldn't  (ring
finger on the comma button),
   pinky finger on the ****
with the ******* on the upper case 0)
button...
             write anything more
infuriating than watt...
                                 here's this.  
⠝⠕     ⠓⠁⠝⠙⠎,
        ⠝⠕                       ⠃⠗⠁(⠊)⠇⠇⠑;
                          
******* rhyme, eh?

      can you ride a bicycle
without holding onto the
handle-bars?
   can you ride a bicycle
without holding onto the
               handle-bars?


**** sensitive skin... tender...
      egg-shell sensitivity
   could only conjure this language...
and subsequently give it
            a phemenology of universal
application?
             my... the men with sight
                  only learned to throw dice!

peer into the face of a blind man,
and call out the chattering
mask of death, to ever, mind, god.

— The End —