Google It Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

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.