A Cookie

I am just a cookie
 consider me your local bookie.
I can gather every bit of info
 on your accounts and social intro.
I can take your picture on your camera
 the one with you and grandma.
I can find my way to all your accounts
 the bank, the credit cards without a doubt
I will take your identity with a password guess
 let me in, just say yes.
I'm a cookie chipped with every byte
 and ready for your info delight
all you have is mine, 
 isn't that divine?
Just open the window.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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July 25, 2019 at 3:44 PM
Nicely done extended metaphor! Works so well. So dang insidious, these kind of cookies. :) gw
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