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Asked or not, it's much the same-
No, I will not give my name.

All entropy is fine to see, and the trail of waste it lays
And I will send plans screaming to greet their last of days,
And cause the creeping chaos that puts bits and bytes to shame-
But packet sniff and data diff, this will not give my name.

Tried or not, it's much the same-
You will never guess my name.

A while ago, the tech was slow, using tubes and wires at best,
And I had to bend machinery to serve at my behest-
Still it would do, that loose screw or two, to bollix up the game:
And searching through the wreckage, they never found my name.

Lived or died, it's much the same-
Touched in passing by my name.

Even before, in days of yore, with steam and sail in charge
I was no less figured in, and I lived just as large-
For I could always fray the ropes, and there's no valve I can't lame
And I'd been cursed with words and worse- if any knew my name.

You might call me Murphy
If you mention me at all-
I'll take that hush that thought of me
Is certain to make fall
For I'm the bit of circumstance that man will never tame
And no one, not one soul of you, will ever know my name.