That's the big news today,
Fears that what's personal's sent to the web,
Own by a third partay,
Transcribed into text, kept for who knows what.
Is there a central file,
With your name on it, held by the gov'ment,
With your emails, Skypes and Facebooks compiled?
Will a computer scan through everything,
When you cross a border?
Will private eyes be able to hack it,
'Stead of plant recorders?
What would you think,
Could you see ev'rything?
A thousand photos of you without smiles,
The foibles of a real human being.