Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

we all know there are idle men
they dream viral calamity
they masturbate on others lives
just for the fun of it
their brains turn them on
get them hard so they stroke
the keys and themselves
with perverted dexterity, they've
grown accustomed to the dark
learned to embrace a mole's milieu
awkward nerdy shrews sitting for days
in blackened parent's basements alone
the only light not in their hearts
a lit screen will do, for graphic torment
they plot their disaster to slasher music
giggling like adolescent rodents do
junior megadeath maniacs in training
alone every day, alone every night
they love to fuck with you
since they can't actually fuck you
from the solitary dankness
of self imposed prison, the climax
cums when they get to finally say
to themselves audibly, " There Now!
How Do You Like It ?...Now Who's
The Loser ?.....Me ?
Or You, With the Lost Files ?"

A poem of the times. Very expressive. I was going to cite some of the lines but I'd be repeating the entire poem again. I think this is an excellent poem.

Humanity got a chance to reconstruct a kind of Eden on the Internet but evil encroached. Some of the hackers do it for the old despiccable reason---greed and profit----, but there are many others who have this worm in their hearts and are just inherently evil. It is like burning cats or shooting dogs for fun. Your poem expresses it perfectly.

Leave it to humans to fuck up everything and call it a good fuck.

~A

thanx for the great comments Dan & Kailashana.........Steve

Good poem, well worded, a clear picture for the mind's eye.

Oddly enough I always picture such as working in cubicle divided boiler rooms in government owned buildings or military bases.

Then there are the delusional zealot armchair crusaders who may or may not be employed(used) by one of those work at home gigs such as Sean Hannity advertises on his AM radio show.

Of course there are the 'mom's basement' variety.