The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    THE CONFICKER WORM

    Amidst the false claims of treason
    That go beyond all real reason
    Comes an omen too horrible to think on
    Too terrible for anyone  to imagine

    Out of the crazy cyber world,
    Comes the most important test
    The greatest single threat we have had to face
    Since w took office

    (And the end of the human race)
    The end of all life's amity
    The end of all love and hate and ennui
    The end of daytime tv

    There comes a harm in this new tech world
    They call the Conficker Worm
    And it'll be the ruin of many a good blogger
    And God, we must kill that germ

    We rued about the millenium bug
    We would all lose assets pro rata
    While all of it worked for 99 and 98
    Three zeros would destroy all the data 

    The risks we face are not unheard of
    We once rued the loss of our entire planet
    The biggest risk that I shall face
    Is the loss of my Britney of granite

    I got one of my hands on the keyboard
    The other is on my gun
    The former is the door to the universe
    The latter is the only source of my fun

    They say that god created this entire world
    He breathed life into trees and flowers and human beings
    He created birds of flight and and day and night
    And all sorts of creepy crawly things

    Man has created mechanical birds in the sky
    He has made great machines that travel the sea
    But some idiot has created in his own basement
    The  worm that will be the end of you and me

    I could lose my 19 incher
    I could really be in a bind
    I could lose my tapes and vcr
    I'm all ready losing my mind

    So mothers, tell your children
    Not to do what we have done
    Cyber space is for the biggest sinners
    And God I know I'm one.

    WHAT? WHAT!!!