Valerus

Oh out flung disrespect; To thyself the most;
Heed thee not the all panopticon eye
Formerly fancied in a holy ghost
And not a mere constabulary spy
Concealed in a laptop lens or phone
Under silent algorithmic order
Whenever you think yourself alone,
Yet observed, by a relentless data hoarder?
Your witless acts are public record now
And subject to the justice of the peace
Who knows all of your sovereign rights, and how,
To summon fetters...or your sweet release
When instead you fling respect for the law
Never knowing...just what the hell it saw.