What’s your password and username?
So much information to retain
to me, it’s undeniably clear
we’re being controlled by mad puppeteers.
A barrage of strangers asking me
extremely private questions-constantly
I’d like to find a better way
if only I’d lived in another day.
An innocent time when life was good
when one still lived in their neighborhood
the internet was still a dream
and people relaxed by real streams.
My parents said life then was hard
but now I’m judged by credit cards
a government that has no clue
and I take it all like a proper fool.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with Poets United.