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.