Posted on July 29, 2004 in Poems
To harm a person, you must go for the operating system. Paint a streptococcal trail through their subdirectories. Break their sinew their vital program paths. Leave your poison in their start-up ventricle So that every time an electrical pulse Powers them into consciousness you erase their good humor. Terrify them, make them fear the clop of the clod in the night, The cyst of binary numbers that stiffens their voice. Carry on this fight for nothing!