Have we no discretion?

“Sure, you know how to tell a secret
But do you know how not to tell one?
I’m gonna guess probably not.
These days those things are hard to keep.
They slip under your breath
Leak with your data
Sing to a signature
Just like a pen stroke
Metalurgeon alchemy
We did not consent to,
Except, oh shit,
We didn’t mean it like that but
There it is in explicit detail,
The irony lost in obscurity.
Gossip
Is
How
Friends
Run
Surveillance
On
Each
Other
Without
Looking”

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