The Worm

I got bored at work today. This is what resulted.

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Once upon a midnight dreary
I woke to make a Google query
But as I sat there weak and weary
Deciding what to query for

I saw a message, softly flashing
Very subtle, not too dashing
"Warning, your OS is crashing"
Flashing on my monitor

I tried to close it, clicking madly
But it remained, I noticed, sadly
Half asleep and feeling badly
I sunk down to my carpet floor

However, though I surely toiled,
My efforts to collapse were foiled
The carpet floor, so deeply soiled
With Cheetos from the night before

Back to my chair I thus returned
Into my eyes, the message burned
'Twas the moment that I learned
Quoth the message: win32.worm.backdoor

"Alas!" I cried, the neighbors waking
A system trojan in the making
Had claimed my kernel for the taking
Partaking in my system's core

My Google search was put on waiting
As I sat there, contemplating
Focused on what I was hating
Contemplating, nothing more

Yet soon before my thoughts had faded
A popup window, my screen, invaded
This uninvited guest, so jaded
Could not be good, it's proven lore

And images soon did intrude
Of spurious women in the nude
(Except for one, who was actually a dude)
Moveth my fingers: Alt-F4

To my dismay, the combo - failing!
Now gigs of spam, my server's mailing!
There is no hope of my prevailing
No chance to fix this anymore!

I'm waging war, no signs of winning!
What's that I hear... my hard drives spinning?
Is it done or just beginning?
My sectors growing worn and sore?!

My OS, now beyond forsaken!
Oh how I wish I were mistaken!
All my data, this worm has taken!
Alas! I'm now alone and poor!

Kill the switch, unplug the power!
This fateful night has gone so sour!
For my machine, the final hour
Has come at last, I can do no more!

The room grows dark as sounds are fading
My subconscious is done invading
For consciousness I now am trading
This nightmare I so much deplore

I do not even bother moving
The room, now quiet, calm and soothing
My sheets and pillow clearly proving
'Twas fantasy, and nothing more

Was I truly only dreaming?
I catch my breath from nearly screaming
And sit up, shaking, sweat still streaming
Down my face onto the floor

Standing slowly, weak and weary
I creep along, still somewhat teary
Approach the screen, now so eerie
Expecting nothing to ignore

To my relief I see no moving
My system, stable, oh how soothing
"uname" I enter, just for proving
Quoth the terminal: Fedora Core

Impressive

I like, but damn, I think that is the geekiest thing I have ever read in my life!

Long winded techie-poem.

I don't think I can write something like that

it is absolutely fantastic.

the raven is one of my favourite poems of all time - I know it's cheesy for a favourite and I'd be better off listing something like 'bowling alley' by Nichita Stanescu, but I love the Raven, I love the way Poe strikes a rhythm with the sounds and word lengths that almost pulls you through the poem - it's not just that it rhymes, it actually has the staccato rhythm of a train engine and you can't help yourself, you just read on and on....

I think you managed to capture that same rhythm. not to mention that some of the rhyming is quite brilliant, and the whole thing is wonderfully inventive. reminds me of this

ccoooooooooolll

You sooooo need a girlfriend...

Come to think of it, so do I but hey who's calling names?

people who live in glass houses should not throw rocks....

Cool. You are a good poet. Cheers!

reminded me of William Topaz McGonagall A man who unwittingly backed into the realms of genius...

Thanks

just pulling your leg ...

prime's comment (and NOT spork's poem) reminded me of this - the world's worst writing contest..... read that first line it's beautiful...

Spork, i loved that. Really well written. I mean, that was just fantastic!



I loved the humour in that bit.

That was fabulous!!!