Tonight's Poet Corner: Cody Codebreaker
Cody Codebreaker by Belinda Roddie Man, Cody Codebreaker, you're rolling up your sleeves, fingers skidding on the keys. How do you stop yourself from releasing adrenaline when you sneeze? You've got a knack for hacking into each bank for a stack, for opening a blowhard's account and ripping out the dollar signs, Christ, Cody Codebreaker, you're making me antsy from the way you're dancing, the way you short out a motherboard, smoke a hard drive with a stare. You're leaving your signature everywhere. Say hello to the CEOs and Anonymous and tell them they ain't got shit on you. Fuck, Cody Codebreaker, when you're done with your spree, close your laptop and lock down everything with an encrypted key, come to my bedroom, please, and I'll shake you up so hard that you'll be seeing blue screens of death painted all over the walls. You are a dynamite motherfucker with a King Midas touch, pulling gold from the vaults, and th