Googling, oogling
surfing the net,
you leave your cookies
strewn in thickets,

crumbs for the Google
Guys, keen to collect.

They say how it’s free,
all the stuff that you get,
maps, searches, earth,
you won’t pay – not just yet.

Wait till the Google
Guys seek to collect.

 

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Note: an edited poem reposted:)