blow me away like Snowden
tell me everything you know about me

then I’ll take you to an undisclosed location
and we can dick around like cheney

you present as mild mannered and innocent
but I know what’s lurking

under that vanilla email address
in a pair of wolford stockings

you want security you want privacy
yet you post everything you feel

you’re heading for an identity
apocalypse baby

without Coppola in the chair

blow me away like Snowden
give me the certainty of the real

I need to know this madness flirts
with externals all too willing to deal