That is not connected
A calendar that would be mine only
Not one that would
Notify google
Of all that I do
Can't find it
We've gone beyond
That sort of privacy
We no longer control our
Own devices
Someday my toaster will
Rebel
Will tell
On me
My tv will look back at me
And say
Something critical
I just know it will
Oh you look like you've gained
A little weight dear
Gained a wrinkle and a
Grey hair -
Where does it stop
And do I care
I have a certain resistance
To it
Thinking one might need some
Privacy
But that's gone
The eye in the sky is
Looking down
But when I sit down
It can't tell how deep I get
It cannot know if I transcend
- yet
No comments:
Post a Comment