He left something behind at the hardware store.
It wasn’t his glasses or his dignity.
It was a geographic position
And it got beamed into infinity.
The rays from the satellite went to
A harried NSA bureaucrat
Who assumed that the information
Was revealing a terror attack.
Metadata
Paints a portrait of his habits as he spends willingly with his Diner’s Club card.
Metadata
Will be used by the Feds to eventually make sure his body is charred.
She booked her Yoga class online
Because she’s healthy and efficient.
She didn’t think much of it.
Like that information is significant.
That’s what she thought at the trial
As the evidence showed her path
Ensuring her criminal identity
Partially because of that Yoga class.
Metadata
Paints a portrait of her habits engaging the convenience of the Internet Age
Metadata
Gets her wriggling from the outside in the comforting confines of a government cage.
We carry on like it’s nothing
Because the eyeballs are invisible.
Sure they can’t peer in the mental,
But they can see into the physical.
They can prove our intent from our purchases.
Who needs twelve buckets of fertilizer?
Innocence based on your spending
From the taxpayer’s supervisor.
Metadata
Paints a portrait of our habits careening toward our Orwellian fate
Metadata
Is the way we can kill all potential unrest in our glorious state.