Paranoia Over Privacy: A Satirical Poem
Hey, do you see that poor guy
with white cane and dark glasses
he must be another government spy
taking some color snapshots of our asses.
And what do you make of that pretty blonde
lying on that beach and being almost nude
it could be none other but a James Bond
or some even better disguising dude.
They are everywhere that you don't look
and are you sure about your very wife
what if she is only another spook
taking notes about your life.
Then, how can I know that you are not one
watching me now through my laptop screen
reporting something that I have never done
screwing up my record innocent and pristine.
And how do you know who I really am
while getting you now to read my stuff
you know, I might work for Uncle Sam
and there is no chance to see my bluff.
Well, here I go laughing at all this yapping
about paranoia over privacy possibly lost
and I know I can't count on your clapping
but laughing is what I like doing the most.