I dent your utmost privacy to walk along the street,
I dent the thoughts of what might be what you see as a treat.
I dent a little more each day each time you go online,
I dent a lot if you delay each policy of mine!
I scan your face by day and night, no matter where you roam,
I scan you if you start a fight or calmly stay at home.
I scan each time you have to queue and when you sit or stand.
I scan and learn a lot from you because that's what I planned!
Denis Martindale.17th June 2025.
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