The Web Sniper

[witty_owl]

Here are some new lyrics for your reading pleasure.
Is this phase 2 of Bar-room bully

The Web Sniper

Sitting by the window, hardware assembled
Contemplating a target, his sweaty fingers trembled
Horehound bitter and citrus sour
Anticipating a victorious hour.

Like a swamp reptile of old
Recording habits of its prey
Watches, waits, blood running cold
Smouldering cigarette in the ashtray

Never had a fruitful life
Never had a real friend
Sad offspring of a fishwife
Twisted heart cannot mend.

A much preferred Uzi
Would help bag a bigger cat
But now he has to make do
With a keyboard, mouse and mat.

Hunting cyber-space for sport
Is how he gets his jollys
Pay him no attention
He's just a web-site folly

He'll mess about with your mind
And try to wrench your heart
Utterances of this kind
Have the intelligence of a fart

But do not underestimate
The potential here for strife
For his nasty little strategy
Can disrupt an unwary life

Hidden in his firing room
Lost in a world apart
This cyber-space sniper
Takes aim with his mousy dart.

Firing the optic fibre line
His ammo seeks its mark
Recoil of the digital carbine
He's shooting in the dark.

(c) J.W. 2004

This is not deliberate sexist verse. The he could as easily be a she.

Regards, Witty Owl.

[lizzytysh]

Hi Witty ~

A concise and appropos congealing, regarding some of the activities witnessed here and elsewhere.

~ Lizzy

[Byron]

Hey there Witty, me 'ole pal and pardner in horsefeather merchandising, I get this feline in me 'ole bones that yer purrfectly in balance with yer vibes man, innit.
Der am sum peeps in dis 'ere foroom what done like de way yous bin sportin yersel around dees 'ere parts.
Well, ahrm 'ere to tell yous bruva dat we's got non oh dem peeps to worrificate about. As long as dat 'orse's ass wid de big cowboy 'at is runnin de show fer de folks bak 'ome, weel be OK I rekons bruva. Gosh, wit, wees now got sum peeps wot can tork in sevreel tongs an can rite in differing words wot we carnt do bruva.
Dem cyba cats is reel kool doods round dees 'ere parts. Why, onlee lass week wee seen one 'o dem muthas aktuley drivin der muthas caar on de rong side 'o der street. Wot am dos bruvas playin at Wit? Goin a give dis 'ere nayboorhud a reeel badass name an no misstake, innit?
rectalards to yous an all yor buvvas, bruva. Keep takin de po'shions an yool not 'ear nutin no how, innit. Reespek to y'orl.

[witty_owl]

Lizzy, g'day mate. Bit of orright that you get the drift. Take care eh?

Byron, rite on bruvva. (Hi 5) Or is dat write on....

Cheers an respectful regards, W.O.