A hacker has come to cohabit my flat controlling whatever I do Regrettably too and on top of all that wherever I go it comes too
Since it arrived and infected my thinking my life has been truly debased to where I’ve practically doubled my drinking and know that to fight is a waste
My cutlery crockery bric-a-brac tools are constantly in disarray I seem to be one of the world’s greatest fools for my gear-shift shifts the wrong way
When I shop and pick out the item my shock which can only confound belief is to find once again that they’re out of stock Does The Hacker want to play Thief?
Why are these creatures so brutally greedy to seek out their pitiful prey? Or is it the drowning cry of the needy and hopelessness losing its way?
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