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Holy Crap, They Sold My Name! No big deal, your name, your email, bought n' sold daily, Like a baseball card, your picture and vital stats are on the internet, Your credit card in the fine print tells you they love you much, But the data they collect, might get credited to such and such. You're fair game if your sign up for anything. Now I know I am getting on in years, Tho spry rhymes with die, I flatly deny Any notion that My great beyond is just around the corner! But Holy Crap, They Sold My Name! Got a color brochure Suggesting that when my travels are over, A nice place to rest my head might be St. Michael's Cemetery. St. Michael's Cemetery 7202 Astoria Blvd, East Elmhurst (718) 278-3240 Friday hours 7:00 am–5:00 pm In case you want to check it out too... Tho I live not in the Borough of Queens County, My zip code but a hop, skip and jump away, The cemetery adjacent to the Grand Central Parkway Which is actually quite thoughtful of The mass marketer who dreamed up this scheme (And got paid a plentiful amount of bounty). My kids could wave as they drive by, On the way to LaGuardia or JFK, (airports) And say, guilt free, they visit me regularly! Sadly, their plot foiled, I will be buried in New Jersey soil, Near to my pop, who liked the Wide open spaces of suburbia And shopping on Route 4, Where the selection is great And there is no sales tax. But Holy Crap, They Sold My Name, And I am now target marketed, Niched, pretty soon the boys from AARP Will come calling, reminding me of the gap Tween Medicare and the poor house! Ok ok,  grow up you say, tho your hair is full, And not even a hint of baldness shines forth, Nonetheless, its color is zebra striped gray, And when someone says they got my back, I think, please, please take it and keep it.... Oh yeah, Dear St. Mikes You might ask for some of your money back, Cause this sily scribe is a member of the tribe, Some call "those ***** (hint: it rhymes with Mikes)," It starts with K and ends in yikes! But thanks for thinking of me anyway.
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May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 5:32 PM UTC
Holy Crap, They Sold My Name!
Holy Crap, They Sold My Name! No big deal, your name, your email, bought n' sold daily, Like a baseball card, your picture and vital stats are on the internet, Your credit card in the fine print tells you they love you much, But the data they collect, might get credited to such and such. You're fair game if your sign up for anything. Now I know I am getting on in years, Tho spry rhymes with die, I flatly deny Any notion that My great beyond is just around the corner! But Holy Crap, They Sold My Name! Got a color brochure Suggesting that when my travels are over, A nice place to rest my head might be St. Michael's Cemetery. St. Michael's Cemetery 7202 Astoria Blvd, East Elmhurst (718) 278-3240 Friday hours 7:00 am–5:00 pm In case you want to check it out too... Tho I live not in the Borough of Queens County, My zip code but a hop, skip and jump away, The cemetery adjacent to the Grand Central Parkway Which is actually quite thoughtful of The mass marketer who dreamed up this scheme (And got paid a plentiful amount of bounty). My kids could wave as they drive by, On the way to LaGuardia or JFK, (airports) And say, guilt free, they visit me regularly! Sadly, their plot foiled, I will be buried in New Jersey soil, Near to my pop, who liked the Wide open spaces of suburbia And shopping on Route 4, Where the selection is great And there is no sales tax. But Holy Crap, They Sold My Name, And I am now target marketed, Niched, pretty soon the boys from AARP Will come calling, reminding me of the gap Tween Medicare and the poor house! Ok ok,  grow up you say, tho your hair is full, And not even a hint of baldness shines forth, Nonetheless, its color is zebra striped gray, And when someone says they got my back, I think, please, please take it and keep it.... Oh yeah, Dear St. Mikes You might ask for some of your money back, Cause this sily scribe is a member of the tribe, Some call "those ***** (hint: it rhymes with Mikes)," It starts with K and ends in yikes! But thanks for thinking of me anyway.
nat-lipstadt
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nat-lipstadt
99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 5:32 PM UTC
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