• Inspired to do
• May I have another, Sir?
• T’was the morn of Cyber-Monday

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May I have another, Sir?

When we focus and toil real hard, we call that effort labor. 

That same word applies to us and separately to our neighbor.

But when we work together, there’s another word we give.

We transcend beyond mere ‘work’, we become “collaborative.” 

Now, there remains one matter to settle, or at least that’s what I say. 

Let us add to our calendars an annual hiatus, we’ll call it ‘Col-labor-ative’ Day.

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T’was the Morn of Cyber-Monday

T’was the morn of Cyber Monday, I was safe in my house. I was ready to shop with the click of a mouse. 

To Gmail I went with the greatest of care, In hopes that the ‘e-tailers’ would have coupons to share. 

The virus software was downloading, with the greatest of speed, the updates to stop intruders, I knew it would need. 

With the firewall to defend, and anti-virus to protect, I settled my mind, knowing nothing did I neglect. 

Then from down on the taskbar there arose such a clatter, an alarm icon opened and declared “Something’s the matter!” 

Back to Gmail I navigated in a hurry and with a flash, I perused the open message with the subject line “Free Cash”. 

The possibilities of me spending some of that free dough, dimmed my senses enough to make me think slow.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear? A pop-up that said “If You Want Your System Back, Click Here.” 

The contents in the Ad appeared glossy and slick, it all looked so appealing but it must’ve been a trick. 

More rapid than eagles, the hacker’s demands came: “Provide me your first name, and your last name, this ain’t no  child’s game!

Your user-id, your password and your Mother’s maiden name! 

Fill in every field, both large and small! Now type it in, type it in! Type it in all!

With speed and precision I moved upper right, I closed the browser window, sending the Ad outta sight. 

I listened for alerts to hear what they’d say, “Be Cautious Online, It’s Cyber-Monday!”

Then came silence, that’s all I could hear. I wondered if I had a virus or if all was clear.

I opened the A/V console to have a look around, I hoped and I prayed that nothing would be found. 

It appeared in a folder where viruses are sent to rot, the file was named, “Trojan.Downloader.MrDorkbot.”

I recalled the media’s hype about this devious program, Just the thought of it here caused my senses to jam.

It was reputed to steal data like passwords and Ids, nd, it could bring the best computer crashing to its knees.

I became frightened and nervous to say the very least,

Should I call my mother, my brother, my sister or the police?

Then I collected my thoughts and focused my eyes on the screen,

I didn’t have anything to worry about, MrDorkbot was in quarantine. 

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.

He spoke not a word, but he avoided my glance, For he knew when in virus jail you get no second chance.

With the click of the mouse I sent him to his fate, knowing he was destroyed made me feel, well kinda great. 

Then I sprang to my browser, to Amazon.com I went, but my PayPal account was useless ‘cuz every penny was already spent.

 I knew in a moment, it required no second thought, This was the work of the impish MrDorkbot.

The hard-drive light flickered, The DVD tray popped out. 

Then in the faintest of voices I heard an elfish voice say, 

“Be Cautious Online, each and every day!”