Call to (Dis) Arms


At 13 years, my baby and his friend
were booted off a local user group
for hacking. Neither meaning to offend,
the breach was bad but when we got the scoop,
we parents were discreetly proud to hear
our boys were quite the youngest ever caught
so deep into the system. It was clear
the kids were talented, was what we thought.

They grew up to be software engineers,
who might direct their skills to stopping Vlad
from launching any ploy that interferes
with us, or poisoning his foes. He’s mad
of course – a creature cruel and tyrant grim,
but we’re rambunctious! We should fuck with him.

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