Impulse

From my anonymous distance,
I’ve cursed you.
I’ve damned you.
I’ve sentenced you to endless, gruesome tortures
For your crimes against me,
against ordinary people like me.

All I did was click on a pdf and
Your dark plan took action.
Your cruel warez updated;
My disks thrashing in agony.

Then, stillness returned and with it,
the promise
of quiet productivity
and peaceful creativity.

Yet your sinister design had not completed.
Your most hateful crime yet to come.
You, in your thoughtless negligence demanded
My hope and patience be undone.

Rather than slip silently into shadows,
Vile Programmer
you cast a vicious spell.
You prompted me to reboot.
May you forever burn in hell.