perpetuo autem....in the ever present now...

oh, lord wont you he'p the NSA....

by clif high, Sunday, April 5, 2014 7:21pm

with respect..

oh, lord won't you he'p the NSA,

they sent their spy'n out my way,

poor bastards, i don't know what to say,

oh lord won't you help the NSA.

 

Their probes found my ports wide open,

my dongle was exposed as well.

My data was still protected, stashed deep away,

but my mind was sucked up, all my words - written my way.

oh lord won't you he'p the NSA?...

 

Their software is now garbage,

their mission may just fail,

they found my mind on-line,

and that just begins the tale.

oh lord won't you he'p the NSA?...

 

Authoritarian to the hilt,

and programmed by rote,

the best spy software built,

Promis'd it could cope...

oh lord won't you he'p the NSA?...

Their spyware died, deep in my left cerebral cortex,

down next to where i stash my jokes,

and that sealed their fate,

they tickled,

i poked.

oh, lord won't you he'p the NSA,

oh lord won't you he'p the NSA.

 

 


 

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