You know we are not alone.
Out the window there’s a drone.
Insect nose against the glass,
photographing your bare ass.
Drone, I curse your every blade.
What gives you rights to invade?
Now from sea to shining sea
there’s no chance for privacy.
Keep your shade down, curtain drawn.
One just landed on the lawn.
Just how long before this hobby
intertwines with the gun lobby?
Geeks get that transcendent thrill,
scoring points with each new kill.
A drone is like a robot pet.
Whirled, you ain’t seen nothing yet.