I Spy With My Little Eye

I spy with my little eye
From my satellite space monitor in the sky
What my god spy sees up on high
Information technology, the big white lie                                    

Oh my,
I can virtually caress your thigh


What did you think the little camera was for,
You to take pictures, when down the shore,
Or me to boldly go and not ask you before,
I spied what you spied, through your iPhone 4?


                                     










Behind The Iron Curtain to the West meant:
Fear of the Bolsheviks, and our malcontent
Liberal sympathy dubbed, pinko, commie intent
Laughing at Reagan's dry jokes, with no Russian accent

Widespread dependence on technology is for certain
The West has disappeared Behind The Iron Curtain
Rights exist, in an illusory sphere
Freedom of speech. tempered by fear                                              

At days end, when all's said and done
Everything's time stamped, analyzed, recorded by someone

It's OK
You say,
I've got nothing to hide
Until government falsified
And accuse that you lied
Convict you on suspicion before you are tried
Fear of losing your freedom, why you abide.

Fear, a coercion tool of the state
To monitor ninety nine percent, as of late
Profits increased and wages dropped down
Middle class families, in quadruple tax, drown

Cry for our children                                                      

Technology's victims,

Swallowed whole                                                              

By cyberspace, and the cellular black hole

Was the internet a revolutionary invention,

Or a ubiquitous source of power retention?
The next best thing to reading our mind
Those with sight are the ones most blind