Someone's Reading My Mail Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Back in the old days
When conspiracies were like discotheques
And everyone picked a partner to go home with
The flashing lights instilled a post-hypnotic suggestion
And you woke up naked on a back road somewhere unable to remember a thing

These days you never leave your room
Are constantly aware of an omnipotent form of surveillance
Someone watching you from a car parked across the street?
Someone's watching you 24 hours a day but they cannot be seen in turn

Someone's going through my mail
I'm just assuming that everything I'm reading has already been read by someone else
When I log-in to my e-mail, someone's already scrolled through my account

And in a plain of public loneliness
The hollow dance, more like shuffle, to the beat of their own monitored and controlled existence
They keep time with mind control freedom
Looking to create the oxymoron mind control freedom
Nothing to do with the way we live now