The Virus

by Timothy   May 26, 2026


Digital wonder, a mainframe existence,
Don't need air or water, DNA resistance;
I can run like water, I can advance,
With god-like eyes, I know who gave you your last lap dance.

It's an easy jaunt, over to your bank account,
Your 9-digit hoard...perhaps some other amount?
Why not stroll, take a binary leap,
That Bitcoin is too brawny, let's do a karate sweep.

Finance is too easy, let's really dig in,
Father, Husband, leader of men;
Politics are evil, you have too much on your plate,
I'm snipping with my imaginary scissors, and now you are the enemy of the state.

It's simple to circle, this digital environment,
Like a tornado I will obliterate your entitlement;
One more round, I think I heard you were a predator?
I juggled a million files...even a smut peddler?

We are having so much fun, revealing the unspoken,
Ones and zeros fixing what was broken;
You might remember the virus, that little Someone,
That doesn't exist, but still made you eat that gun.

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