Red rimmed eyes, three in the morn,
I'm on the prowl again.
Idiosyncrasies to me, inborn-
Reach far beyond the pen.
Attentively I scour the screen,
My electronic wonderland.
Still, where I stop, what I may glean-
Is, now, beyond anyone's hand.
I make connection, the system calls-
For a password - "Entry Denied".
I crack the code, protection falls;
"Access Granted", system override.
I play with your files as I please,
I am your Boogeyman.
Plant a virus to bring you to your knees,
Simply, because I can.
You call me "hacker", you call me "crack",
Ah, but don't it go much deeper.
When you can't get your system back on track-
You'll be calling me Grim Reaper.
I'll patiently wait with sneer and snicker-
Till the day you're back on-line.
Knowing that every little screen flicker-
Will run cold chills up your spine.
Then I'll send you an e-mail bomb,
And my point will be proved.
You'll never trace where it came from-
But you'll see your VISA's been approved.
With a thank you note for time and money-
Causing your temples to convulse.
But, please, know I'm not trying to be funny,
It's merely an electronic impulse.