Hacksville (A Hack Poem)

To be or not to be,

that wasn’t Hamlet’s question.

He wasn’t a hack.

He didn’t even have a job,

a mediocre one performed

with hack mediocrity,

a necessary requirement

to earn a ticket to Hacksville.

Can you be really excellent at being a hack?

Today, the verb hack, as in computer hacking,

is so daring and dangerous.

Wasting away, again, in Hacksville,

searching for my lost shaker of spine,

some people claim that it’s a woman to blame,

but I know,

it’s my own damn fault.