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I was browsing my high school archives and came across this piece of literature in the “Senior Year/English 4/etc” folder.

I found it funny. Enjoy.

Our tale shall begin in the dark, cold space of Nil T. Hacker.
A boy built opposite to that of a meat packer.
With his penetrating eyes,
And his ears immune to the world’s cries.
Quietly and stealthy he types a line,
You’d think he was committing a crime.

“Alas, my work is complete,
Now, I think it is time for me to eat.�
He thinks to him self, “I can’t believe I did it,
All without digging myself into a pit.�
Wiping the sweat off his brow,
Let’s take a look and see what he’s done now.
It’s not a big job, just a simple bit of code.
Oh no, no it’s not. He hasn’t joined that node.
Could it be? Could he have pulled it off?
“They won’t know what hit them� *cough *cough*
After hitting enter and watching the worm fly
The system administrator might as well say “bye bye�
Because after Nil T. Hacker makes up his mind
Your entire system becomes undefined
The only way to stop him, is not as hard as one would think
Just threaten to tell the world that he likes to wear pink.
And there you have it, the end of our story.
Why not end it with all its glory?
And now, as I laugh myself to sleep,
My code shall turn your machine into a garbage heap.
So you may feed the parts to Marco Polo’s mountain sheep.