The Evil That Bounces All Around The World
It will BOUNCE back and forth
Thru the Internet's mail storm maelstrom:
postmaster-auto-acks
reject the virus-egg-laden spam
that was so kindly sent out
IN YOUR DOMAIN'S NAME
To a thousand @ddresses
every 12 hours
mostly in Taiwan
thankfully the Taiwanese
won't remember your name
probably
You hope.
You think it will end
After the wipe and reformat
And firewalling
And scan thrice daily
by 4 different approved malware killers
coming up clean, clean, clean.
YOU are clean.
THEY aren't.
They got a name
and they're gonna use it.
And use it.
And use it.
And use it.
Different spam robot islands
all pinging your domain
with the rejection
but you get it in triplicate
by ALL of them
for EVERY fusillade of shit they fire off:
once, for the
"message must be delayed" bounce
once, for the
"message failed" bounce
and finally, the
"YOU'VE GOT A VIRUS" bounce
"message rejected"
"message rejected"
"message rejected"
and you were wondering why
you were developing a complex
about
rejection?
your other mail can't even reach you
and if it does odds are
you'll end up hosing it
since who has the patience
to delete ten thousand
autogenerated echoes
ONE BY ONE
You pat yourself on the back
for having the foresight
not to automate your own mailer
thus preventing an
infinity funhouse-mirror hell of
ricocheting spam and
notices of spam and
notices of notices of spam
each carrying the previous ones
tied to it
in chains
dragging the original evil seed
behind it like
a de-venomed scorpion's tail
i want to rend the flesh
!REND
THE
FLESH!
of the person
or persons
who sat in front of monitors
continents away
and coded the evil
that became known
as Smitfraud.
You think I'm exaggerating?
You do.
I'm not.
I'm glad they're not here in America
Or if they are, hiding:
in some fifth-world shithole
or our first-world one
what matters it?
If I had access to them,
I'd not trust myself
Inside every soul lies a potential berserker
Set off only by one or two potential triggers
I would commit homicide
were I having a bad day
and could find them.
Fortunately I'm having a good one.
Fortunately they are invisible.
"Fortunately" can be construed as a
matter of opinion.
I would sentence them to my own
Particularly nasty justice:
I would drag them around
and around the world
with their computers
tied to their fucking necks
with their cables
and
dragging their monitors
behind them--
once around the world
for every goddamn piece of
their shit
I have to delete
in JUST
FIVE
MINUTES.
And still:
It would not
be nearly
enough.
Thru the Internet's mail storm maelstrom:
postmaster-auto-acks
reject the virus-egg-laden spam
that was so kindly sent out
IN YOUR DOMAIN'S NAME
To a thousand @ddresses
every 12 hours
mostly in Taiwan
thankfully the Taiwanese
won't remember your name
probably
You hope.
You think it will end
After the wipe and reformat
And firewalling
And scan thrice daily
by 4 different approved malware killers
coming up clean, clean, clean.
YOU are clean.
THEY aren't.
They got a name
and they're gonna use it.
And use it.
And use it.
And use it.
Different spam robot islands
all pinging your domain
with the rejection
but you get it in triplicate
by ALL of them
for EVERY fusillade of shit they fire off:
once, for the
"message must be delayed" bounce
once, for the
"message failed" bounce
and finally, the
"YOU'VE GOT A VIRUS" bounce
"message rejected"
"message rejected"
"message rejected"
and you were wondering why
you were developing a complex
about
rejection?
your other mail can't even reach you
and if it does odds are
you'll end up hosing it
since who has the patience
to delete ten thousand
autogenerated echoes
ONE BY ONE
You pat yourself on the back
for having the foresight
not to automate your own mailer
thus preventing an
infinity funhouse-mirror hell of
ricocheting spam and
notices of spam and
notices of notices of spam
each carrying the previous ones
tied to it
in chains
dragging the original evil seed
behind it like
a de-venomed scorpion's tail
i want to rend the flesh
!REND
THE
FLESH!
of the person
or persons
who sat in front of monitors
continents away
and coded the evil
that became known
as Smitfraud.
You think I'm exaggerating?
You do.
I'm not.
I'm glad they're not here in America
Or if they are, hiding:
in some fifth-world shithole
or our first-world one
what matters it?
If I had access to them,
I'd not trust myself
Inside every soul lies a potential berserker
Set off only by one or two potential triggers
I would commit homicide
were I having a bad day
and could find them.
Fortunately I'm having a good one.
Fortunately they are invisible.
"Fortunately" can be construed as a
matter of opinion.
I would sentence them to my own
Particularly nasty justice:
I would drag them around
and around the world
with their computers
tied to their fucking necks
with their cables
and
dragging their monitors
behind them--
once around the world
for every goddamn piece of
their shit
I have to delete
in JUST
FIVE
MINUTES.
And still:
It would not
be nearly
enough.