Saga of J35t3r and Josh

Twas the night before doxing and all through the net,
anonymous was grousing about an endangered marmoset.

With J35t3r in the zone, and les tweeting whims,
we had all settled in for a lengthy pastebin.

When what to my sleep deprived eyes did appear
a tweet from a troll, from out of nowhere.

"I no who UR are, Tom Ryan U whore!
I'm going to hound U and troll U some mor!"

A chuckle escaped from the list of all members,
Other trolls have tried, and all were now embers.

But for laughs and a chance to dig up some dirt,
Les and hazecandy decided to search.

Was it Maltego or perhaps Palantir?
Or good old wireshark and a listening ear?

Whatever the methods, whatever the tools,
The stuff kept on coming, those stupid young fools.

Names started showing, never seen before,
Some kid called god, osama and more.

There was a leaky and zeist, cosmos and what?
They thought they were bad asses and couldn't get caught.

And maybe they wouldn't, maybe not for a while,
But they stepped on it big time, and oh boy did I smile.

First they broke in to a big company with words,
They leaked information, some hashed passwords.

They defaced webpages and some say alright,
Put that sick little hair lip on a pedophile site.

"No political motive, we did it for lulz,
We’ll do it again" said those nasty old trolls.

Then comes the fire, gas thrown on a flame,
They fucked with the one thing J35t3r did name.

Tweets of disgusts, of revulsion hit next -
Why try to hack the Wounded Warrior Project?


Setting aside some pretty heavy stuff,
The J35t3r decided enough was enough.

"Tick Tock," he said, "I'll give you some rope.
You’ll have so many days before you are toast.”

Les swung into gear, querying nameservers,
Searching for nazis and other deserters.

Others contributed, some added gas
To flame that was already burning so fast.

Every day that went by, a tidbit escaped,
One more nail in the coffin, another deface.

Some tried to run, to say hey, I'm sorry.
The kitchen's too hot, and I'm in a hurry.

Too bad said the J35t3r, it's too late kid
When leaky discovered his underwear skids.

A deer in the headlights, a rabbit that froze,
Too scared to move while tale was still told.

Then headlines one day, the FBI did cheer,
And who should be caught but our own little Mir.

On Badoo, on boner, on kake and zero,
Joining little Mir in a takedown rodeo.

With the small stuff behind him, the J35t3r could now,
Go back to the taliban, and jihadist foul.

With a sign of relief, this event was at end,
We saw J35t3r tweet "Stay frosty, my friend."