A Call To Hack

Greetz to the Geeks
The call is out!
You are the commanders,
ghost bastards,
pirates of the ether!

There is a disease
in the light-pipes;
pumped in by the lusty thrusts
of the lowest scum
spewed into lives
a sickness that grows, and eats.

$pammers and $cammers
deserve no better
than to watch their bloated beast die
naked in the virtual streets.

Nuke their servers.

Exploit their processes.

Defile their Webspace.

Shred, Scramble, and Wipe their data.

Syphon their accounts.

Publicize their paswords


You know the routines;
get jobs there;
let them pay you
to bring them down;
photograph the management wheeling
out as much as they can pack into
an office chair on the final day.
Sell their corpse-rat souls to clandestine crime
video the horror when the Man comes by
to collect.

You are so much better
than I ever could have been,
though I was good enough when it counted -
you, with more than a million times
the power and speed;
your spooky intuitive decryption techniques;
Oh, I envy the havoc you shall wreak!