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Paranoia in a bad Poem
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That's the way the cookie crumbles...
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Whatever could they mean?
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That's the way the bandit stumbles...
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Alive in your machine!
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Read their pages, 'cookies enabled',
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It's just a tiny litle file,
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But is it safer with 'cookies disabled',
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But that is not their style
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Loyalty cards and credit cards,
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With tell tale metallic strips,
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They track us down to within ten yards,
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Using mysterious microchips.
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Computer, cashline, mobile phone,
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Land line, fax and e-mail,
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Big brother, catching every tone,
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Watching every male and female.
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So what's a cookie, an IP and a host,
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And the other technology terms?
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Within your machine each is a ghost,
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They are spreading just like germs.
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Who collects the personal details,
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We so freely give away?
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Can they really read our e-mails,
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Is big brother here to stay?
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Win a million, the page does state,
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But first, fill in this form,
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This task I really would debate,
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This task, do not perform.
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For far too long, they've had the power,
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To get into your head,
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Now's the day and now's the hour,
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It's one that you may dread.
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Paranoia all around, this is just the start,
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Are we so wrong to wonder?
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Have we already upset the apple cart?
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Has someone made a blunder?
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R.I.P
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