Itchy eyes get claustrophobic
And crawl out of their cradle skin,
Down copper and carbon conductive tracks
That refract, through a Prism.
On through invisible fire walls of steel machines,
A thousand eyes, packed inside, one computer screen.

Crashing through Windows like sun light,
Juicing Apples, and goggling your Google Plus.
The paradime online, access anytime,
Free ride for eyes, the security circus.
The Apple stalkers, putting finger clicks on file,
Peeping through Windows, checking your Facebook profile.

There’s no privacy, that’s what Snowden said,
For your internet, your iPhone, your xbox connect,
Your e-mail address, your TV set,
PlayStation 4, and that hasn’t even come out yet!
Put down for the dog whistle he blew,
It’s a shame no one heard, or they’d be revolution on the news.

Eyes that guide the lies that tie,
Like a twisted shoelace for the mind.
Patrolling paths around my room,
Pushing past the perfume infused fumes.
Past the stylus, that licks Hendrix’s wounds,
Fly the eyes that find, for the guys that lie online.