So the headlines are out,
For the circle jerks now,
As they struggle
To dethrone the famous,
And the T.V. remote,
Changes channels again,
To the Klingons,
That circle Uranus,
And the media chases
The stories of lust,
Selling papers
On people of rank,
As the perverts of profit
And paparazzi,
Laugh all the way
To the bank,
And so you might ask,
What is privacy,
As Orwellian thoughts
Come to mind,
And you realise now,
That there isn't a thing,
Telephones and computers
Can't find,
So the message is clear,
1984 fear,
In reality now comes to pass,
And we all are for sale,
Through electronic mail,
A progressive pain in the ass,
So it's free for the asking,
In this privacy sale,
A list, as long as your arm,
And God only knows,
And I'm sure time will tell,
The final extent of the harm.
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