big brother poems

In five years or so
All there’ll be is digital TV
The old television signal
It will not receive

For a half dozen years
The old signal will be on
Then digital will take over
The old signal will be gone

Chalk it up to progress
Though don’t you understand
Your life won’t be private
It will be a two-way scan

Every sin moral or illegal
Will be recorded on tape
Our privacy violated
Only the rich will escape

No one will know what happened
Or how they were caught
The key to the plan
No one discovers the plot

All TVs and computers
Will be able to tell
You’re every little move
In digi-Hell

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