Are there weird little ads,

Driving you insane?

Can’t seem to stop the popups,

Running through your brain?

Are you trying to figure out,

How your phone knows it all?

When you pick up the device,

It seems to try to make you fall.

It’s always listening, 

To every move you make.

Waiting to send you videos,

To help you join the take.

If you don’t want big brother,

In on your every move.

You better shut it down,

When you start to groove.

Or every conversation,

Will reap some fame or glory.

And you will read about it,

The next day in your story.

©2023 Marsha L. Brown