In a world of tech and screens we thrive,
Where privacy's a relic barely alive.
Fret not, my friend, for we're all on display,
Becoming CCTV, night and day.
Oh, the irony, it's a laugh so grand,
As we watch each other in this digital land.
"No privacy," we cry, but share our lives away,
As if reality's a sitcom, with a comical display.
Cameras in our pockets, always in sight,
We trade our secrets for likes, day and night.
Yet we protest with vigor, with such zeal,
While voluntarily revealing how we feel.
Fear not the invasion, embrace the parody,
For in this social circus, we're all a parody.
We click and snap, and share with glee,
The jest of privacy, a hilarious spree!
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