Stop moving!

Can you believe we’re all being tracked…
analyzed, predicted, weighed,
risk-factorized?

Imagine the panic
in the data center
when you stop moving.
Nothing left to track.
No signal. No trace.
Must be terrifying for your puppet master.

But you know what?
Suck my dickgital.

I stopped moving.
I became the silence in the signal.
I’m the ghost
haunting your system.

:)

I threw away my phone,
walk in a hoodie,
wear glasses
and a fake nose.
I vanish
in plain sight.

Finally, the land of the free
will consist only of the sidewalk.
And on that strip of concrete,
homeless Diogenes
will rise as the last flagpole
of the Freedom Flag,
stitched from ripped beggar clothes.

He’ll ask a dollar
from the beast,
who keeps walking in cold indifference,
never suspecting
he's the one being watched now,
analyzed
by the apparently mad:
the old, unaccountable king’s buffoon
who commands
the Last Humans on Earth.