Mary took a little job
For group of runners four:
A hacker to kill all alarms
And muscle through the door
The company that hired them
Of course, crossed them double
Mary took two rifle rounds
A near-death, for her trouble
Four years later, still alive
And Mary, all alone,
Set her feet upon the path
Of vengeance cold as stone
Six corporate executives
She counted as to blame
Cased their lives and their success
And took her hate-filled aim
One man's private Learjet filled
With neurotoxic gas.
One hit-and-run; one hands-on hit—
She stabbed his pleading ass
The fourth, an unexpected trip—
From twenty stories' height.
The fifth's exotic pets got loose
And had themselves a bite
The final, now the CEO
Was cunning, sly and wary
Surrounded by security
Without a gap for Mary
And so she turned her focus on
Finding an inside friend
Someone who by proxy could
Deliver her foe's end
The oldest story in the book:
Rebellious teenage daughter.
Someone who for spite would cross
The lines she shouldn't oughta
Mary's air of danger real
And pantsless acrobatics
Made the young girl's misplaced trust
All but automatic
A sneaked-in birthday party guest;
Some custom malware code.
His I-o-T pacemaker ran
A firmware patch download
The daughter cried in Mary's arms
Before she could up and leave—
And felt the near-field coil patch
Stuck inside her sleeve.
She doesn't go by Mary now
Lives half the world away.
Checked off half-dozen targets
And had her revenge that day
But that's not what she remembers
And she doesn't sleep so well;
In breaking her ingénue's heart
She fucked her own as well.
