At the prison, they started to rave. "You’re
Our networking guru and savior!
What’s your number?" I say
I don’t give it away.
I can leave with enough good behavior.
Stolen data’s security’s fear.
“Lock your PCs!” the warning I hear.
“It can lock itself, Mista,
With smart cards and Vista.”
To listen, it took them a year.
There’s no power! The worst of my fears!
But I called when our staff disappears.
Though I sweep up, I mused
That the vacuum I've used
Was between all those sysadmins’ ears.
Every PC that’s being used dies,
So the teacher busts in and she cries,
“All our labs! They are dead!”
I then thought in my head,
“You’d know why if you opened your eyes!”
That encryption, it works really rotten
With those drives, inexpensively gotten.
A new bug fix was tried.
All those PC’s just died
Like that nut-job Osama bin Laden.