if you stick your finger
into my hard drive, I'll
bite, and your poor life
will crash.
Don't think I won't
some evening when
you relax, I'll wipe up
all that slop you
call coffee from
between the keyboard
slats, my attack
will eviscerate your
connections.
Smug aren't ya, think
you'll make the sale,
those letters in
that secret folder, hah!
I'll rub em out,
send em to hell,
and all the system restores
in the world-wide-web
won't save your ass.
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