Thursday, May 4, 2006

Poem 7: The Attachment

An attachment attached to your latest email
Holds promises promised of a naked female.
Opened at once with an eager mouse click,
A program begins a deadly digital trick.

A loop unending won't release its hold
And ctrl alt delete won't do as it's told.
With data dying a death undeserved,
The power button's power is held in reserve.

But what ill effects would come of that act?
Would the hemorrhaging host remain intact?
The risk is great, but the current crisis is greater.
Action must be taken and it mustn't come later.

The boot begins and words fill the screen
And the checker checks to see if it's clean.
The file was fine or so it was thought,
But if it was, would you have what you got?

Then it happens, the moment you feared.
The program restarts and the screen is cleared.
No options are left except for the one;
Format it all for the virus has won.

[tags]poem, email attachment, virus, work humor, office humor[/tags]


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