The Personal
Privacy Poem
The data brokers probe my life
With my privacy they meddle,
They learn my tastes, my politics,
Which they then proceed to peddle.
Im just a product to these folks,
Some bytes on their busness ledger,
A jumble of some facts and stats,
Their standard human measure.
In truth, however, I dont care
How data banks praise or soil me,
I just think when Im sold as goods
I oughta get a royalty.
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