Best Hacked Poems
One by one, my friends' accounts
Have all been getting hacked.
Likely there will come a time
I, too, will be attacked.
Where are all the rocks from which
These evil hackers crawled
To seek some suckers unaware
That they were being trawled?
With all this new technology
There's room for lots more scams
And unsuspecting souls get caught
In complicated jams.
I miss the good old days when crime
Was much more in your face
Than nowadays when scammers strike
But they don't leave a trace.
HACKED
In deepest, darkest Web net space,
with spirits that they Tor;
building rootkits to hide in place,
like wolves behind the door.
Downloads are baked with cyber psy's,
and mere matrix cooking;
serving up the Rasberry Pi's,
not a soul was looking.
Bugged our way with lightening speed,
with every User glitched;
then coded what they said they need,
while every human bitched.
Flawed machines reflect our error,
imperfect just like us;
poor design can levy terror,
and throw us under bus.
A tantalizing lock to lube,
and Chips fall where they may;
unlock the cyber Rubix Cube,
and hacks are not for play.
A new despair is in the air,
hacking in dissension;
the o's and ones rest in their lair,
hatching more dimension.
Then where is Waldo in disguise,
for Users unaware;
and losers all, they will despise,
to not protect or care.
One foot on earth and cyber space,
kinda lost our bearings;
know the truth, in either place, and
backspace all red herrings.
-Edlynn Nau
© September 21, 2017
(Four verses with eight lines each; Syllable pattern: alternating 8 and 6 syllables per line. Rhyme pattern: ABAB CDCD)
Your body is being hacked,
He’s tapping into you and that’s a fact,
Build up your safety wall or he’ll get through,
You need to keep your shield up to protect you,
He wants you to feel fear,
So you shed a tear,
He wants to see you cry,
When you hear his lies,
He’s attacking your files,
And is about to shoot,
You need to charge up so you can reboot.
Your mind’s being tampered with,
He’s looking for the key, that where he wants to live.
He’s using your technology to trap you,
So be aware of what you watch and listen to,
He wants you all confused,
So its his way you choose,
He wants you to feel stressed,
So your life’s a mess, he’s travelling fast spreading the virus,
You need to change your password on your wireless.
A dark spirit’s out to get out youth,
We must equip them so they all know the truth,
My generation, lives in the dark,
We need to pray together, so God can make his mark,
So watch what pollutes my mind, you never know, the devil might behind, you,
Need to be alert so you’re not re-hacked,
The devil will be back, back to attack,
But Gods got my back and that’s a fact.
Somebody hacked my computer.
Poor little innocent thing.
She was minding her own business,
Not bothering one little thing.
Then I clicked on an interesting picture,
Not knowing the trouble I'd bring,
Confusing my poor little puter,
Causing her to run hide in the stream,
Of air waves surrounding all puters,
With info and email and such.
I tried for days to coax her out,
But frightened she ignored my touch.
A threatening message had come on,
Immediately warning me,
To call this number right away,
And they'd help me for a fee.
If I did not call them,
They'd have to shut me down.
My puter trembled quietly,
While I searched around,
To find someone to help me,
Find my stricken friend.
My daughter to the rescue came,
And to this put an end.
She did a factory reset,
And got me back online.
My puter's feeling better now.
She's cleared her little mind.
My daughter soothed her shattered nerves,
And stopped the unseen crooks.
She really saved the day for me.
She's cool, she knows what cooks.
scammer cold called me
claimed laptop had a virus -
i blew the whistle
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The devil did hack God’s computer
And gave it a nasty virus
Now when he tries to upload the sun
All that pops up is, Miley Cyrus
God asked “If I could try fix it”
The program, I couldn’t find
Just funny pictures of cats and dogs
And a contract from death, still unsigned
Now, I have been trying for ages
But a solution I still cannot see
I’ve reset it to factory settings
Tried deleting all history
For now, it seems we are stuck
With Miley staring down from the sky
Men, young and old, so confused
Not knowing whether to laugh or to cry
Now, Miley’s OK… up to a point
But she hardly brings the world light
If God doesn’t find a solution soon
We’ll be condemned to eternal night
Though God, has at last had an idea
Probably the best one he’s had
He’s going to run the world from now on
From an app, on his personal I-pad
Though God really should have known better
Protected his precious P.C.
God should have had a safe password
God, should have installed McAfee
©Gary Wayne Hill, 2019
Croaking and stroking,
joking and smoking,
he became a king,
he began taking,
while he was busy making,
and raking,
all around began shaking,
the plots to overthrow began cooking,
and around him caking,
he cracked after lot of baking,
and came tumbling down after poin blank hacking.
She hacked into my heart
installed fake voting materials
to be in her undisputable favor
When the day came for results
she was announced the winner
claiming me one hundred percent
Thurgood Marshall comes to mind terrorists domestic forcing an honor student to bring the family personal computer to school to hack into the families personal information corrupting files corrupting the american family the fundamental hardship of destruction of free thinkers in America never afraid of truth the highest order of law wholesome goodness compromised
Stuck in the past, I lie awake
In my bed wondering why I let you go
When mad blood made the mistake
I could in all probability forgo.
Stripped of volition, I search every recess of my mind
For answers why you walked out on me
When impulse and insanity drove me blind
To consequences like a dunce I couldn’t foresee.
Whipped into delirium, I cry and cry
Tearing my hair, airing frustrations
And remonstrations that your departure cannot belie
Despite regrets I express for my inconsiderate actions and emotions.
Shorn of free will and common sense, I curse shadows and memories
That remind of me of the sad day
When tired of my escapade stories
You could neither stand my foibles nor wish me happy birthday.
Hacked off
Somebody hacked my poetry page
Shut down my account
I don’t feel anger don’t feel rage
I’ve backups all about
I just feel sorry for this act
And the comments that are gone
But Robert Broadbent will be back
And my poems will live on!
I had this terrible knife
in a terrible dream, then awoke
and saw it hovering above me
in my own hand
waiting to do further damage to
these hacked pieces
of this dead pig.
(Nov 2022)
When you’re inside,
you can always get out
But stuck outside,
you must plead and then shout
“please let me
please let me
please let me in”
This darkness unending,
my veneer wearing thin
“please let me
please let me
please let me back”
My key has been stolen
—my memory hacked
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
When you’re inside,
you can always get out
But stuck outside,
you must plead and then shout
“please let me
“please let me
“please let me in”
This darkness unending,
my veneer wearing thin
“please let me
“please let me
“please let me back”
My key has been stolen
—my memory hacked
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)