Data breaches, (albeit low level) galore

A couple of reputable programs
such as I have been pwned and MacKeeper
brought to my attention
a worse fate
than meeting the grim reaper.

Yes folks, yours truly

would sooner face

a premature (scythe leant) demise

than experience the utterly
deplorable basket case -
on a green day
worse than jumping out of a high-rise

been there done that regarding
the above two outright bald faced lies,

which fabrication might earn me
one or more sympathy
(than for the devil, who wears Prada)
responses that unfairly patronize

me and force me to witness
another tequila sunrise
though I do admit
to being witty and wise.

All joking aside
invariably someone somewhere
(over the rainbow) will chide
supertramp with words
as his cheap trick falls flat
where none the poorer
(or sixpence none the richer)
will be edified

and let their conscience guide

he/she, him/her, his/hers -
you get the idea for me
trying my darnedest
to be gender affirming though inside
an over sensitive reader keen-eyed
will not take ribbing so lightly,
and hence consider comeuppance
(reed getting digitally
hacked to death)
of mine fate being well deserved,
yet nevertheless, honest to dog
I feel mortified
that some computer wise acre
will get his/her jollies
forcing computer data and documents
(crafted mind you courtesy
the sweat of my brow) inaccessible,
when maybe years, decades, centuries
some future archeologist
will find yours truly ossified
(and perhaps inadvertently
revered as a deva),
whether life lived
as a scoundrel and scofflaw
might undermine me being qualified
and judged by the ultimate umpire
viz god and/or goddess
of English language
will give poor old man Harris
the benefit of the doubt
(fire me if necessary)
analogously and vicariously
like when a batter
hits a homer letting
four ball players slide into home plate
or more so experiencing that rush
(Tom Sawyer) felt undenied
when he kissed
Becky Thatcher wide

across her mouth.

All thee above meandering pablum
that emanated, germinated
and got jump/kick started
when some cracker, cybercriminal,
black hat, script kiddie, intruder,
phisher, and cyberpunk
for malicious actors didst buzzfeed
(and gushed out like Old Faithful)
from this creaky and cheeky
imponderable fount of wit

and wisdom might possibly
qualify him for twit

of the year, decade, century,
et cetera award courtesy
Monty Python
and the Flying Circus didst permit
myself as the exception
to the rule that an all American
with high brows he doth knit
after one or more unscrupulous
malcontent cyber sleuth(s) who emit

braggadocio finally scored
the equivalent of a touchdown
or any other way
sports mavens score

at the expense
"never give a sucker

an even break"
and if necessary take a byte
as some l' hors-d'œuvre,
which doth the palate delight

meanwhile my imagination
didst take flight

way beyond atmospheric height

into the realm of the outer limits
of the twilight zone,
where dark shadows
la de da found uber poet
scrambling like Charlie Brown
who lost his kite
to a kite eating tree

(a fictional, malevolent tree

from the Peanuts comic strip,

famous for perpetually devouring

Charlie Brown's kites,

symbolizing persistent,

indifferent obstacles or fate

that thwart simple aspirations)
representing an ordinary
character from humanity
who suffers martyr of fact
one after another
regarding undeserved plight
whose data breaches
find me suspended and uptight
as if hoisted by my own petard,

which means to be harmed or defeated
by your own scheme, trap,
or device meant to harm someone else,
essentially becoming
a victim of your own plot,
when years gone
by cavalierly cruising
and beating figurative wings
thru cyberspace at the speed of sound.