the world according to a hacker

the world according to a hacker
is just a keystroke away from chaos
is just a coffee cup away from order
is what you want it to be

the world according to a hacker
is full of bits and bytes
is full of ones and zeroes
is a choice between A and B always

the world according to a hacker
is like 99% cliches and 1% surprises
is like a big bang theory in the middle of an apple
is like a series of programs running inside systems

the world according to a hacker
can be simple yet so complex
can be pretty and ugly too
is just a series of electro- chemical impulses in his head



Thinker Poet Hacker Spy

the powers to be
have signed the decree
the brown poet shall no longer see

the technological truth and the governmental lies
the free beef steak burgers and the fatty french fries
the quiver between her shivering thighs

this boy is doomed his existence a curse
after all the expenditure we had to carefully nurse
after all that engineering he turned to poetry and verse

what good my lad has been poetry to you
cant you be a team player and write lines of code a few
if only the dragons in your head we could help you slew

but daddy said the poet i like it here
money is tight but poverty can be fun i swear
i will never be your steve jobs but i would rather her shakespeare

daddy daddy after all the lies you tell
mommy mommy after all the spies you fell
baby baby after all the cries the people swell

cyber war cyber sex cyber conflict cyber money
real people real emotions real character needed honey
alone you fought bloody alone you fell funny

let the poets while let the children play
let me drink my tea and eat my biscuit today
tommorow tempt me again in the hope I sway


Et Tu Bono

Waiting for Bono to die

So his music we can again buy

reassure yourself anew

The eighties were the best music for you

When Bono will die

The internet exploding will ask why

St Peter in the heaven smiles wry

Take off those sunglasses when you cry

Why should Bono die

Isnt he beloved by millions in the sky

The record company makes a profit on death you see

Artists are more valuable with shortened longivity

Maybe we can arrange an accidental overdose

Maybe we can chase his car in a tunnel morose

Maybe we can cash in on his artistic legacy

Maybe we can climb the hill with One Tree



Silver Fox Brown Poet

Silver Fox, Silver Fox where have you been

Have you been going to London to obey the Queen.

Silver Fox replies

with golden flecks in green eyes

I have been to New Delhi

to discover and explore

Silver Fox, Silver Fox What did you find?

Did you find nirvana or the snake charmer of the mind

Silver Fox is demure

With her well toned femur

I met a mad poet in a charming cafe

He took me shopping with his brown eyes, What else can I say

Silver Fox Silver Fox report to ground control

Come in Silver Fox and let us know the score

Silver Fox replies

With a twinkle in her eyes

I was too quick and the poet was mildly slow

So the quick silver fox jumped up the brown fence some more

Silver Fox Silver Fox love is dead and done

Poets are a poem a penny said Intel to someone

Silver Fox just smiled

Well I am trying to not get riled

But we are not too old for some more

Even though my legs are now so sore