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remember it's not the "actual" data
it's only the metadata, but we
never met a data we didn't love
there's treasure in detritus debris

with intense Holmesian determination
we'll be able to infer and deduce
some linked reference, some correlation
between pointed data bits obtuse

government or company or corporation
don't matter the size of digital scrap
data microscope will reveal motivation
wanted are all of the small bits of crap

listing phone logs, search queries and such
myriad IP addresses and email recipients 
to squirrel away with the lightest of touch
GPS Lat-Long located and databased insidious

to imply we spy on domestics is irrational
since we're "multi-national" by determiner
we're only looking at the "foreign nationals"
'course from "over there" you're the foreigner

you see there's nowhere to run away
no thought too trivial or secret to reveal
what networked digital crumbs can convey
is what gives metadata its big data appeal

© Goode Guy 2013-08-22

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