Last night they checked my garbage can. It’s a good thing that I have a shredder. My cell phones records are of interest- I’ve made calls to known “tea baggers”. Warrant-less “burglaries” have been made, then I find my screen door broken. The I.R.S. just called again my case has been “ reopened”. On every airline trip I take I’m “Caressed “by the T.S.A. I’m almost ready for a cigarette after they’ve had their way. Such harassment is “kinder spiel” compared to what comes next. They have a “brain wave” scanner that can translate thoughts to text. So I wear a cap of aluminum foil whenever I’m on American soil. To protect my ideas before they find them I always make sure to copyright them.
Scientists are working to perfect a scanner that can read and translate brain waves creating pictures of what the Brain is experiencing. Conceivably they could eventually tap an individuals memories the same way. That is the bit of science behind the poem. I then read a contemporary writer complaining about "The thought Police" but in a different context(political correctness). This is the result, a piece of first person paranoia. ( I only really feel this way about the T.S.A.)