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Jun 2018
Theres a brand new data trend happening
Its a brain storm all upon its very own
All these browsers and sites and places
Collect your data for profit to the bone

Well the new trend is feed the mongrels
Tell them the greates loads of un-cut lies
Let themthink the entore world is crazy
Untill from laughter one of them dies

Give them all the garbage you can imagine
Theres image sites one can create selfies too
A One eyed and four legged husband  and
How you sleep hanging from trees like bats do

How you found a way to  turn back time for real
By eating snakes alive as it has you dance so well
They want data give them data heaps by the ton
That you have dogs that eat investigators do tell

That you just dropped from the sky born again
Arrived with the real secret to life and its not nice
That hell is hot and heavens as cold could ever be
That when you die take bourbon theres lots of ice

While you were being born again you heard news
A heavenly spirit told you have fun as its soon over
He had on a shirt that had on it in big print to read
Times short better get busy love everyone in the clover

Tell all not to tell a soul its all secret religious data true
Asked Jesus when hes coming back said man thats funny
He almost lost it laughing of religions and their wars
We don't have wealth up here so no money sorry no honey

Thet want data so give then data by the truck loads full
They'll give unempoyed hackers a full time job for sure
All the browsers and IT wowsers pumping data bowsers
All the satilites bumping into each other as to find out more

Comedians all then collecting data  by the volume as well
The chat sites could join as one discrimonation out the door
Racist egotiscacles sexists screaming whats left to protest
Things are no way fun as once upon a time thats for sure

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Written by
terrence michael sutton  76/M/Philippines
(76/M/Philippines)   
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