To the Hacker

To you who is fucking up my poems
I'll find you one day and throw you in the woods
You can't trust all blonds just because
In the myth you memorised she was a brunnett who had the bat
I'll tell you I know how smooth I am
I can hear your voice with every sentence you fake
This is not art
You are making a dick of yourself trying to edit my smooth work of art
And turning into a pile of shit
You are a terror and that is it
Now I've got evidence I emailed
The original copy to a friend
I get the original again through email
You disgusting pig
How dare you, I bet you eat flesh to
You cannibal eat shit for all I care
You fucked up all my poems
And it's a shame because looking back
I have to be stalked by your stupid fucking rythm
Well if you don't believe hacking
Can pile up a 83 years of age sentence
Believe that ethnic fundamentalists you are and that's 84 years sentence
While I've got you, I don't care I'll start again
They are not letting go
They are going to arrest all of them
Barrackated in a suburb close to the city
We call out the address and they get arrested
Deputy, solicitor real telephone
For a killers ghost to remember an angel
Doesn't he know the more he screws with me, the more he will remember
I'm holy all I do is bless him
Of course he is going to remember
The first touch of a victims hand
Enough snuff trials
I'm leaving now, you can go and hack this one, you stupid idiot, you just fucked yourself up completely.