I sit in my chair
whenever I’m able.
I’m pounding on the keys…
I got Bluetooth and cable.

The call me the geek scourge—
I am workin’ day and night.
But I never ever consider
if what I do’s right.

I am never willin’
to think of evil
my work may be creating,
’cause my head is in the ether.

I’m never idle,
and the code is my lover.
About world events I do not care;
my Coke bills are covered.

The call me the geek scourge—
Code I’m workin’ day and night.
Consequences I don’t consider…
someone else’s plight.

Some people sure hate me;
they say what I do’s vile.
Hackers get in their homes
based on what’s from my hand.
But I do not care.
Code’s sometime just a trial.
I’m a geek scourge, and ahead I will never plan.

I just do not understand the anger
when my products cause trouble, a shit pile.
Critics tell me I should
think of what ahead lies.
Got no values, I’m like that Zuckerberg guy.

I’m cookin’ up schemes
that at first look cool,
but evildoers use them as their latest hacking tool.

That’s why I’m a geek scourge—
the downside’s gonna apply
when my work bites you in the nethers.
Do I care? Not I!