Google it
In these days we are shaped to be raped
By Google, by Facebook and their likes
We are fucked so deeply
They know us inside out
Once with friend I question.
A look-back means answer:
“Google it”
I start with my name
I am there, unaware
It’s doing as it wants
Jaywalking in the site
By reading I find out.
They steal to compile
What I give; or if not
They know me more that I
Recklessly, legal or illegal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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