Awesome Harvest On My Altar Poem by John Sensele

Data piracy violates privacy
Culling personal data crudely
Shunting aside any conscience or mercy
To degrade, parade and trade data for cash rudely

In a paradigm shift
Where data dwarf currency
Coercive consent amounts to a gift
That achieves valency

In a vortex where it matters little if contacts hurt
So long as moguls subvert world order
Whether they blurt baloney or act curt
Pushing forward a paradigm of disorder

Touting insecurity and immaturity
Who cares if oligopoly reigns
In an era where lack of verity
Shades structures rich in solecism and ambiguity stains

So solid they belittle Euclid
Satirize societal values
Take a pot shot at users who plead
For morality to moguls too blue to have any conscience clues

Whether data dues
Yield big bucks
From glues to shoes
Stuck in the phrase ‘It sucks, lame ducks'

Why raise dust
As long as you enjoy free access
To my platform rust if you must
Access salient sorority success

Connecting to cousins data
I access in return
For my offer of a platinum platter
Your dreary data won't earn

Away from the stranglehold
Straitjackets and banquets where I hold you captive
Whether any pangs of conscience
Can render data adaptive or active

When I wield supreme power
To snatch or sell any information
I harvest from fuzzy flowers by the hour
For I dictate why and how billions surrender to my domination

After all they mustn't object to my terms and conditions
Which no force on earth can alter
In my master data renditions
So long as data circulate and percolate on my awesome altar.