It said that I should probably change my shirt.

Not only did its sentiment upset them,

they said it needed washing for the dirt.

The shirt said “Keep your nose out of my business.”

I’m tired of their snooping and their lies.

They’re past the line where they can plead forgiveness.

Their cookie bombs taste bitterly of spies.

I don’t need Chrome suggestions for my wardrobe.

I don’t want ad blurbs ‘tailored’ to my taste.

I’ll switch to a new browser if one more probe

seems to lay my privacy to waste.

So, goodbye Google Chrome, hello Mozilla.

Your Foxfire does not seem quite so covert.

Surveillance software’s somewhat like Godzilla.

Beneath its plodding steps, someone gets hurt.