Life all around us
11 September, 2009
Half has never been told
Sniper Pen
Data Footprint
Every time I sign
Or uncheck to decline
Register completely free
Subscribe to an RSS-feed
Download an iTune
Or hit the back button too soon
Select an IM theme pack
Opt-in for free call back
Click on a search result
Hit Red on the Sky remote
Go abroad with my mobile phone
Switch the Bluetooth on
Vote online for my favourite celebrity
I leave a trail of data activity
How can I offset
This data footprint?
Eroding my privacy
Compromising my identity
What if I switched off the opt-out box
After each and every ‘secure’ sign-up?
Would that be enough to stop
Big Bruvva from catching up.
Can I ever reverse the damaging effects
Of carrying out online price checks
That build up a history
Of my shopping infidelities.
Maybe I should choose
To buy a ticket and not use
The TFL conveniency
Of the Oyster card registered to me
Then would it be enough
To decoy the digital age double bluff
Or am I already
Sneered in the World Wide Web conspiracy?
And damn the lure of user generated
Content I voluntarily created
Which seductively whispered in my ear
“It’s OK! You’re friends are all here”
I feel like Eve
So naïve
As I bite on the apple
Of the data capture tree
So I Facebook hypnotically
Uploading my life’s chronology
Like they ain’t already got enough on me
Polluting my own personal security
With pictures and pokes
And networks and notes
Divulging data in my real name
Things that should never be in the public domain
Can I recycle data detection?
Offset with data protection?
Perhaps.
In fact
I am the one who breached
The Act
I thought would keep
Sacred my data identity
I am the emitter
A Global data warming player hater
All the same
Don’t hate the data player
Hate the capture game.
Urban Poet © 21/07/07
Reality TV
Who sees
When another
Wannabe
Parades their
Arse
On Reality TV?
The World Sees.
And is ready
To please
The arse
Who needs
This ravenous
Validity
And will make
Themselves broke
To vote
And prolong the
Joke
Of this perpetual
Fallacy
Of 30 second
Celebrity.
But does
Reality TV Vote
Stop young hands
Slitting another
Young throat?
Can’t fix
What ain’t broke
As this
Chain of command
Has been doing
The route
For centuries.
The World knows
The truth
But is side blinded
To the root
The cause
And effect
Of Systematic
Neglect
Of school reports
That project
Young black boys
As a threat
Then fail to
Protect
Their needs
And good intent
The family structure
Too
Is black and blue
From generations
Who bore the
Scars of
Emasculation
Only had mummy
To do
What some daddies
Never learnt to.
Thus leaving her to
Guide her sons thru
The minefield
Of manhood
When she herself
Stood
Still, recovering from
A minefield
Detonation
Wounded, she
Leans on
The State
As a husband.
Out of the minefield
Into a Nuclear Station.
Yet she Sojourns on
‘Cause the Truth
Is she has
Ambition
And Sheer
Determination
To get her
Young son
And his brother
Safely to the
Adult border
Around Trident,
Court Orders,
Stop and Search
Micky D drive-thru orders
Bling cultures
A myriad of
Freeloaders and
Other people’s lustful
Daughters
And sons
The ones with guns
The misogynistic ones
Who only see
Arse and tits
On a hoe
And a bitch
And slow motioned
Hunnies, licking
Parted lips
With breasts that
Shimmer
With body glitter;
In a pum-pum printa
That wines
On hot-housed hips
Portrayed in many a
Music video
Shit.
Where MTV is
God
And the Devil is
The Apprentice
Discovery
A National Geographic
Documentary
In this negated
Tragedy
Where the only
Escape from insanity
Is to be
A wannabe
On RealityTV
Where the World
Will then see
Their seemingly ravenous
Need
For Validity.
Vote please.