BAD OPTICS… shhh. Mic’s on.” (Yeah!) Speaker on the shelf with a smile and a mic, Wake word waiting with a salesman spike. Doorbell eyes doin’ laps on the block, Cloud got the keys to your living-room lock. You pray in DMs, ads say “amen,” Coupons fall like digital rain. You call it smart, I call it a pen Writing your life in a data chain. You kiss the glass, it kisses back, But leaves a print on a contract stack. If the room got ears, watch your track, Close your mouth or crack the jack. Always listening, never confessing, Counting your steps while you count your blessings. You think it’s free—read the fine line lesson, If the walls got ears, change the session. Face ID, gate on your grin, EULA say “yes,” who let ‘em in? Opt-out buried where the rats have been, Privacy’s ghost in a corporate bin. Map your mood with a midnight scroll, Microphone open like a glory hole. I want a house where I own the role, Not a stage with a hidden toll. You kiss the glass, it kisses back, But leaves a print on a contract stack. If the room got ears, watch your track, Close your mouth or crack the jack. Always listening, never confessing, Counting your steps while you count your blessings. You think it’s free—read the fine line lesson, If the walls got ears, change the session. Tape that cam! (Now!) Mute that mic! (Click!) Change that plan! (Go!) Live off grid—just a night! (Switch!) Pull the plug, kill the light, Open air with a candle night. Teach your walls to sleep polite, Own your keys—lock it tight. Always listening, never confessing, Counting your steps while you count your blessings. You think it’s free—read the fine line lesson, If the walls got ears, change the session. Whisper low, paper loud—guard your crowd.
