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.

[li]Nuke their servers.
[li]Exploit their processes.
[li]Defile their Webspace.
[li]Shred, Scramble, and Wipe their data.
[li]Syphon their accounts.
[li]Publicize their paswords


You know the routines;
get jobs there;
date their spouses;
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!