The Internet gives us what we ask for
And in return we show it constantly
Not only who but what and where we are
What we wish we could have and do and be

We wanted to know all there was to know
To see everything that there was to see
And hidden in the algorithm's soul
We found our own soul's eerie mockery


"You like this so you might like this and that."
It all starts out so gently, harmlessly
"Here are some other people who like that.
I'll show you where they live so you can meet."

The camel's got his nose inside the tent
And little increments increase unseen
"Let me write you a political ad
that's tailored to your sensitivities."


It waits in dutiful subservience
It watches for the things we wish to see
We laugh and marvel at its diligence
Its idiot idiosyncrasies

But as it gathers our intelligence
The question is important: who are we?
Its master can be anyone who wants
And we don't have the will to set it free.