Every message that I sent
To read it he was hell bent.
Peering eyes behind a screen
Looming all over an anxious teen.
Every picture, every text
Always wondering, what was next?
My first internet friend
A personal, private fiend.
But I too knew some secret code
And so I slipped on incognito mode.
Sniggering, laughing, chuckling, howling
Finally I’d escape unnecessary scowling!
But all at once, I stopped and stared
At one big eye that glared and glared.
My first internet friend- a spy!
A powerful man scared of “why?”
There really seemed to be no way
To keep these nosy men at bay.
And so I picked up a thin white sheet
And cut it out to suit the feat.
Over the webcam with tape it stuck
Poor powerful man, so out of luck!
The peering eye over my screen,
Everything seen was now unseen.