Googee - by an unnamed and victimized fellow
Googee, fire,
extensive liar,
cares only of users,
but not of the ones who do the work,
the writars.
In days of slavery,
the situation was the same.
What mattered is the happy tobacco user,
but not the ones who do the work,
the slaves.
Googee, Googee,
no archine,
archining is really a crime,
confuse people,
bullshit yourselves,
you think it works,
it does,
but not for us.
The great Googee spirit,
passion of telemarketing,
offering unprecedented access,
freeing all Napster users,
copyright violations,
human rights violations,
and merely agriculturing tobacco
in 1826.
Fire, place.
home, face.
Warm. Glow,
Fire. Liar.
Truth. Dire,
Urge. Straights.
Money. Access.
Thoughts. Limited.
Ceaucescu. Gifted.
Humanity. Lifted.
Oh Googee,
my passion is your cookie,
you unprecedented ways,
to read my mails,
email telemarketing,
who else,
but Googee.
Oh Googee,
my passion is your cookie,
and your usenet,
unprecedented access,
with failed privacy features.
Personal questions and
chit chats,
though not the only element of usenet's daily lives,
are ignored of course,
and mother sees my chit chats.
Usenet,
not a phone,
as there are many,
an open colony with open tastes,
yet privacy is still needed,
on the streets of the Internet.
Something Ceaucescu's cameras
never fully understood.
Oh Googee,
what a madness,
Ceaucescu's days are full with sadness,
libraries scanned,
millions of books,
attributing purchases
toward those,
who do not use,
Googee.
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