"malware" poems
A lot has been said about environ-mental pollution
Okay, can we drop the environ for a second
How about the mental pollution in this generation
The internet loads us with data but not necessarily useful information
I wonder, do we have a sieve in our brains
that filters the data as it drains
Or we absorb them all, to clutter up our minds
Gigabytes of junks downloaded into our mental and emotional system
I was on the internet to seek information
But my mental system received Ads injection
Causing a buy this, buy that stimulation
You are not okay if you don't have this or have that
You don't look good, if you're not shaped like this or like that
What we ingest from the internet is 40% information and 60% malware
Don't quote me
Just an opinion that I want to share
This pollution is **** real and it scares!
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 10:18 PM UTC
Where are you Paul?
I'm in Cyberspace Mum.
My Pentium processor has broadbanded me
Into this wondrous realm.
A pixel powered virtual landscape
Peopled by avatars
Speaking Internet Slang.
FFS, *** are you talking about?
She asks.
In so many words.
I **** and ROFL at her incredulity.
It’s full of danger, that Internet, says Mum.
That’s true.
It’s full of paedophiles,
Spammers and trolls.
Hackers.
Chat-rooms and forums
Plagued by flame-wars
And spam enough to fill a trillion tins.
Sites full of viruses, Trojans, malware and spyware.
Cyber-bullies and loons abound.
But I just Love it.
A ****** addiction
Needing every fix.
A realm indeed of quantum singularities,
And imploding nebulae.
Paul Butters
(C) PB 3\9\2011 in Yorkshire.
Sep 5, 2011
Sep 5, 2011 at 11:09 AM UTC
I feel like my brain has put an ad block on emotion
And when I try to reach out for you I see a pop up warning me that No! This function cannot be accessed whilst an Ad Block is in use.
So, I try to uninstall and reset the browser but I wake up just the same.
An empty shell of technology, faulty wiring falling into the hands of those without the qualifications to find the on-switch.
A brain both in standby and overworking, an overheating of wired vessels working overtime to provide life to a barely-functional heart.
The quiet murmur of my breathing the only reminder that there is still something behind the blank screen.
You try to keep your patience but I know you want to just throw me to the wall, an excuse to replace my shattered interface with the newest model.
A model that doesn’t feel like it takes them 3 years to get out of bed every morning, a model that doesn’t seem to contract a new virus every day.
Maybe I’m just tired, maybe I’ve run my course, maybe I’ve accidentally encountered malware. Maybe I am the malware.
Or maybe, my brain has put an Ad Block on emotion.
And when I try to reach out for you I see a pop up warning me that No! This function cannot be accessed whilst an Ad Block is in use.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 12:26 PM UTC
*Smart phone paranoia, contagious at best
Has the zombies a stumbling the streets without rest
Transfixed to their cellphones, oblivious to all
By the lure of the Tweet and the Facebook’s enthrall
It’s ironically depressing that with all of this spin
When you download the Apps…the Devil walks in.
They access your contacts, Your banking, your loans
Your credit card details, unravel your phones,
Delve into your Facebook and spy on your life,
Check back through your history and peek at the wife.
They sell all your secrets to bidders galore
And when you go bankrupt… they’ll show you the door.
It’s “Caveat Emptor” or Buyer Beware
‘Cos technology’s clawed onto us by the hair,
It’s the Devil you do or the Devil you don’t
It’s progress with the crowd or resist and you won’t
Compulsion is growing by systems in place
By government, banking and big business pace
Through Google and Apple and Microsoft sway
The data is mined and the marketeer’s pay.
Tomorrow is here and we don’t have a choice
Ya live without Smartphone…ya won’t have a voice.
And the dragnet for data accessed by the Apps
And the sensors and whereabouts GPS tracks,
With the malware evolving to beauteous height
Means ya privacy’s shot and ya turn out the light.*
PS: Beneficium accipere liberatum est vendere
(To accept a favour…is to sell one’s freedom!)
Marshalg
Waiting for it all to come back and bite me on the ****
Pukehana
AUCKLAND
21 February 2014
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC
*-Says Windows at night
while movies are downloading.
PirateBay trojans, malware, or viruses
all because Demonoid went and died on us!
Though never once have I thought:
"Oh, what shall I do?"
...'Cause it was I
who stole
the operating system
from you.
*
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
The hive mind is coming
Computer networks running
Always uploading and downloading
Error data system malfunction
Mal intention in the form of malware
Viruses are now digital
Reality is virtual
And I am virtually effected
My identity is tied to
People I will never meet in person
All likes and reposts
To validate my existence
No flesh just zeroes and ones
Just zeroes and ones
Just zeroes and ones
Error
Error
Error
Error
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 11:07 PM UTC
Fake malware warnings
Are the most annoying thing
(To me) on the web
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 10:07 PM UTC
Between the 1s and 0s,
There a deadly fiend burrows,
Its teeth spread widely,
Dig into binary,
Beady eyes explore unchecked,
And latch into the internet,
Mischievous links, clicks divert,
Sharper claws begin to hurt,
Finely judged spears strike,
Breaking down defensive might,
And behind it all, the whispering,
Of a malicious beast now living in,
And sees at last, joy abounds:
Error 404, page not found
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
sorrow
so very sewn
the doleful mind is sung
post to pillar weeping bedlam
unplugged and unsnug smutting out ugly
stopper in now properly so
property now preserved
dammed up river
sorrow
so very so
woefully head is hung
side to side sweeping pendulum
frothing out malware and mad medicine
saner cure joins the jettison
salmon up a river
g o d s deliver
sorrow
Apr 13, 2022
Apr 13, 2022 at 11:43 AM UTC
Contains More Than Kernel Of Truthful
alienation, expulsion, ostracization
from body politick
if member of society resistant,
indifferent, adamant, et cetera
despite differentiation
(across the figurative board)
intolerance opposing ethos,
asper unspoken social graces extant
(albeit manifested amidst diverse
livingsocial variations) within
rubric of global civilizations primal,
oral, nonverbal, et cetera codas
automatically decreeing manual Kant
instilled from cradle
to grave impossible mission scant
acceptance toward recalcitrant
challenging precepts via rave and/or rant
thus when born into whatever culture,
steeped with historical paradigm
one can protest superficial nigh cities
til ivy blue in the face,
or try to concoct a feeble rhyme
but culture club richly identified, endowed,
brewed from heritage long time
ago until the cows come home to roost
hence creative pursuits one direction
can turn to swiftly tailor
if harried styled
with perceived restrictive parameters
and cuss like a sailor
with song and dance routine
(perhaps appearing on Dancing
With The Stars), or
choosing subterfuge viz
writing nefarious malware code, wheremailer
daemons spring to life, when computer code
following infinitely jesting illogic causing exhaler
(case in point - myself, hoot
ends tubby humorous) as yukon gauge
yet another Internet end user might experience
greater reason to rage
against the machine before
turning rogue gushing renegade, stage
jing anarchy against disparity
with equal pay, cuz a working wage
aint nuttin boot peanuts
so if strong willed, hook hairs
if you appear like a putz
just realize doggerel
of this pooch iz gaseous
boot utterly without guts
and hangs around the junkyard
with other nerdy mutts.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 6:47 PM UTC
malware no software can
fend me against rust my blade
like a feast for anaerobic bacteria.
red as if with unjust blood.
but it isn't.
I wear a portable blood pressure
measuring device that inflates
around my arm and could be
waiting to give me good news
every thirty minutes.
but it isn't,
and a few floors above me
the carpenters are listening to
Smells Like Teen Spirit on their
Milwaukee radio, reminding me
that we always seem to agree on
the more important things in Life,
like what was good about the
ninetees. and what
wasn't.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC
Starbucks Despair responds to tomorrow in Geneva,
brilliant shiny knife Sunday School Prayer Prayer Greedy;
satellite satellite graveyard
and the product quickly asks Nirrin;
Broadbent mental prayer in the sky.
Forgetting school coffee, changed
the way to change the true life. Love is a lover's lesson in water,
but the nature of the vision is to find a leap
for my beloved son. Parents work for their parents. I think he's happy. They're enemies, I've heard complaints.
Australia; 4 Many trading lawyers respond
to changes in the economy.
Queriet and evil makers want to change the threat of another city in the 3-dialogue. Mother is dead.
Encourage child-women. Starbucks meets in Geneva
in the morning on weekends
and asks three cyclone animated;
v-turn, aha! Saturday apogee a sleeveless
satellite primary variation of Nirrin
Yinkudate General Brody,
ending with the first sentence after numerical demolish ta,
legal study Nebula. An additional exhibition,
which changes nasljaddiki, and there is everywhere in life,
is well-timed and solid morning. Instructions from Süstradanie Lyubov, edinstvenoto Yamata appointed by Skupo; do not get visitation y: it helps older parents to ask their parents.
I will go to the national newspaper struggle, and hear a sharp voice. Volcanic bricks and drug trafficking,
Australia, triggers 4 red-red triggers, with Konica kerit compliance, claiming that the three-dimensional bacterial
infringement infringement is called malware and piano line.
Graduate or slŭnchevo Pless goyim
have to change the appearance of our city is not visible.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 10:14 PM UTC
An x-ray view of what was before while looking for the after now
Like a resurrection and afterlife on some biblical prophecy
Be aware on the conscious for its under attack by malware
soon to fully develop into a spyware
Your mental is like your software
Operating system needs an upgrade
This virus just gave it a reboot
With simple task manager for putting on a mask
Betterment of the self is a daily update
Because the past is what you have lived and it all crashed
But we need to understand that our attention on affection is being hacked
Being scanned everyday as we usher into the era of the cyborg
Some lifestyles we need to abort
Social interaction is digitalized
friends are stranger on social media
Here was the birth of social distancing
industrialization sign in globalization to confinement
Can’t we see the danger!?, people have become invisible
Let put aside propaganda its not in this piece’s agenda
In an atmosphere filled with uncertainty
dwells fear of change with a wave of intolerance
A dominant experience at the moment is sense of grief
notion of sadness, despair, helplessness, powerlessness and anger
Fragment of blame, echo chambers of many
Negative escalation of human degradation
Issue is on face mask as the color of the skin
Being policed by leaders with empty promises
It feels like the pandemic took a 360 degrees turn
to make it a worldwide web
In some ways it has come full circle
back to localization, national budget and personal introspect
Everyone is loading their data
refresh the mind on the page
what does history show
Before the hand shakes, people kissed to greet
Here we tap our feet
Gathering set the tone of joy
Togetherness was a remedy now in a memory
We just have to stick as family
unfamiliar at a point of acceptance becomes familiar
Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 2:53 AM UTC
*I was here
When you wrote a fully encrypted poem
Words wrapped in heavy firewalls
Decryption code hidden in time
Looping through ages of wisdom
Greek written in plain English
that's what ordinary us see
Codes that can't be deciphered
alluded as metaphors.
and nooo
don't get me started on syllables
Or they call them enigma these days
Those woven words
Those written graphical contents leave us in awe
Only the 5th generation circuits gets it
the softwares involved are not for the average minds
Only a high speed drive would comprehend the contents
No petty malware would Penetrate through those walls
Only a malware with enviable skills
Ones that would suffocate and annihilate
Re program the chess board to its advantage
Inciting the readers that they understand the depth of that poem*
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
The Corona virus
Is nothing but a hybrid
Of history and literature;
ICT and biology
And international politics.
In the “Eyes of Darkness”
Decades ago
Was the Wuhan-400 bred
In some biology laboratory in Wuhan.
How it started spreading
Like some malware virus
Through the internet in 2020;
Attacking world powers and economies.
In Africa, the dark continent,
The virus means nothing
As the people there
Have far worse viruses
Living with them.
There are splinters of rumours
Of a few cases
Here and there in Africa.
We will wash our hands
But we know better.
The political class and governments
Of Africa are far worse:
They feed on Corona virus.
Mar 19, 2020
Mar 19, 2020 at 7:45 AM UTC
DON'T FALL for
the FANCINESS of
a FLASHY
ADVERTISEMENT,
CLICKING ON IT
may be DAMAGING,
and bring to you
DISAPPOINTMENT.
It may be a CLICKBAIT,
SO, You BETTER BE AWARE,
BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE,
It might be a TROJAN VIRUS
or MALWARE.
So, just BE WEARY of this
CLICKBAIT THEORY
IF IT'S TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE,
Then AVOID CLICKBAIT IN A HURRY.
If the ADVERTISEMENT seems FEASIBLE
THEN THERE'S NO NEED TO WORRY!!
B.R.
Date: 9/15/2024
Sep 15, 2024
Sep 15, 2024 at 9:26 PM UTC
I keep my yard, without the weeds
mowed and edged, every weekend
I fertilize, and my grass I feed
my lawn, I care, and tend
I keep my house, neat, and clean
I do the same with my PC, and files
I keep my mailbox shiny, just like my screen
it's clutter, I revile
I run cleaners and, I defrag
to insure I don't have stray bits, or bytes
I never let cookies, raise a danger flag
malware, and virus', I'll forever fight
But **** it all to hell
and shoot me in the head
it drives me up the wall
HP won't let me **** my words
that were better off
unsaid
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 10:46 AM UTC
i sometimes wear sunglasses
while listening to music st night...
helps to block out the constellations...
as i've found one strange similarity
between Islamic culture
and western pop culture -
sunglasses -
and the niqab - inversion -
i.e.:
so... are you're telling me...
all these celebrities have Asperger's syndrome?
you know... the eyes that can't
really focus on a smile...
rat-eyed, darting as if trapped
in a maze?
so much for ****** expression...
could perhaps read a smile,
second to none to the none
of a fake...
isn't the practice of wearing
sunglasses akin to the Islamic
face covering?
the eyes are...
windows of the soul...
or... what a ****** expression
beneath a niqab looks like...
if i'd want a mannequin
to smile at me...
i'd ask a gay asking a Muslim
woman to smile from beneath her veil...
but then i'd ask a mannequin first,
and only the mannequin...
so all these celebrities
donning sunglasses
attempting to catch
UV copper coating
pretending to be on a beach...
in on something?
but they are replicating
the niqab...
oddly enough...
it's plain and simple
poker...
no ****** features -
but also no soul -
i can't exactly read either
guise...
i need both the eyes
as i might also need the ****** contortion...
the origin story is just the same...
but i guess all those people
wearing sunglasses must
be autistic -
hard at keeping eye-contact...
plenty of smiling going
on...
but when it comes to eye-contact?
terrible "malware"...
as that other western niqab
surrounding desirable women...
not even on the streets of Mayfair -
west London -
locked up in a Rapunzel tower...
i've seen more dogs walking freely -
even though they might still
tend to be leashed...
but the use of sunglasses
as is currently used?
hiding behind a veil -
contorting and faking ******
exfoliation like that -
making the awry smile?
with eyes in the shade,
autistic and darting everywhere
other than the receiving
face of the interviewee?
then the sort of women
you see on the street,
in plain daylight, and evening -
free to go as they please?
not exactly model material -
not ugly - no woman is ugly -
at best, a woman can only be:
neglected...
i see...
two forms of a pre-Islamic niqab...
one is definitely spatial -
a prison cell...
the other?
less a pure womanly constraint...
more...
the audacity project for
autistic children; sunglasses.
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC
Human-angel
If the birds
will cry
then where i
will store
your tears.
Your smiling was
matching with
birds.
So, ocean could not
identify and
in confusion also.
Overseas monsoon
clouds
were in great
confusion.
Overseas malware were
tied by thinking
about your similarity
that you a human-bird
or human-angel.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 8:23 AM UTC
*
***all my senses frozen
once stung by love trojen
no firewall worked
when the malware attacked
although my virus protection was updated
but this trojen was not anticipated
a sector of my processor corrupted
my routine tasks disrupted
it evaded from scan and couldn't be neutralised
my whole system it paralysed
life threatening was the risk
formatted the disks
restarted the system
came out of mayhem
still i feel it's hidden inside
one day it will come live
now looking for a total net protection
to save people from such infection***
*
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 12:30 PM UTC
My brain's cache memory clears itself
From time to time
So everyone, everything, disappears.
—Except you
Somehow your stupid malware,
Some sort of trojan virus
‘ILOVEYOU.exe’
Got in.
I opened it. Infected me.
I shouldn’t have trusted.
Heart security Breach.
Antivirus on.
Guard back up.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 1:05 PM UTC
Need I remind you
Your country was stolen
Your freedom is treason
Your family was foreign
Before it was welcomed
By Tammany Halls
Before poor, huddled masses
Were kept behind Walls
On Reserves and on drugs
And on time for their shift
Before searches and seizures
Of first to the fifth
When the terror at home
Is the reason you buy
That your right to choose life
Is another’s to die
From consumer protection
So long as your rich
In a broken-dream system
I’m merely a glitch
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 1:09 AM UTC
got what he wanted at my expense.
Said crack fast talking
hacker and scammer
pulled figurative wool over my eyes
going incognito and speaking a clipped
English mien his disguise.
He appeared (rather sounded) genuine
after yours truly experienced computer snafu
(the Macbook Pro essentially hogtied
courtesy virus that disabled any activity)
even turning the laptop off then on
only wrought frustration to boot.
An out of state Apple computer
technical support person impersonator
(imposter invariably linkedin
to aforementioned fraudster -
most likely brother in arms)
answered telephone number
provided on the screen.
Admonitions against sharing details
about case in point, whereby cyberpunk
donned many hats to convince me
serious computer virus,
malware, trojan horse, et cetera
counterbalanced with voice on other end
affecting sedulousness to "listen carefully"
and carry forth the following commands.
Yours truly trustingly,
passively, meekly, et cetera
(though feeling jittery)
carried out the repeated instructions,
which charlatan inveighed against
speaking softly (in retrospect,
I ought to have carried a big stick),
indicating (as if held at gunpoint)
to headout off to the Trappe branch
of Citizens Banks and withdraw cash
all the while recording verbal dialogue
with small, medium at large criminal
(the scam artist(s) in question).
Upon retrieving legal tender
(quite a *** thee next entrapment
entailed driving to closest ATM machine,
an MP gas station/convenience store
in Collegeville to convert
high denomination bills
(a considerable number
of money crisp Benjamins)
into bitcoin cryptocurrency
then hightailing back to where I live,
an assisted living facility
named Highland Manor.
Finally, the schmegegge script
(incorporating ejaculations that
questionable hacker convinced me
to swallow hook, line and sinker)
alluded to strong likelihood
scam artist lurked in close proximity
to above named banking institution,
which divine comedy bumbling
Ace of spades, an inept card shark
anagram name Meg Found
left as crypto clue told.
Jun 25, 2023
Jun 25, 2023 at 1:09 PM UTC