They spied
you on your dingy sheets,
sinning with
the green thing once again.
What’s it got
to do with them?
Cyber
side-show sex, you guess:
prying eyes are
no surprise.
Privacy’s
long-gone:
everybody knows
what’s going on:
flipping out on
pics and vids:
smart-phones
all around.
Count on
being found.
Vain to try to
fake it.
Live as if
you’re naked.
Give it to
the thief.
Could be a relief.
.
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