They said there was a TROJAN in my system
That it would soon infect my very core
My INTEL would soon cease to have a function
And my hard drive would be ever so slightly sore
It would cost me almost more than I could handle
To restore everything, and stop the hacking
And yet I bought it just last week on E-Bay
And had only just removed the outer packing
So somewhere in the magic 'super highway'
Where all things internet have a black hole
Someone else has now got my identity
And I no longer feel that I am whole
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem