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There are no secrets left in this world.

The naive tell it all,
whowhatwhenwherehow and with whom,
TMI in 140 characters or less.

Hooray for the age of (non)sense

Little birds Tweeting for crumbs,
mobile phone pics of each and
every twig, piece of string put
out as theory while the eggs fry alone.

Keep your sunny side up

while your bridges are built
on social sites, one virus
scan away from being rode over

by the mouse that roars.

Forgive me if I don't say
what I had for breakfast today.
I find it all (a)waste anyway;
you just end up red in the face,
forever flushed. I keep my secrets
in a delicate retrieval system...

It's called MY BRAIN.