Intimate Strangers

I live in a world of intimate strangers
Springing and grappling to lie at my door.

Silently lurking in shadowy corners,
Invading the privacy of my core.
As I manage each corner I study and ponder
What evils lie waiting to enter my realm
Of personal data so carefully plotted
To aid the daily business of the one at the helm.

I've enlisted the forces of constant protection,
Watching and warning and weaving their spell

They guard at the outskirts of my dominion.

They keep me apprised of the demons from hell.
The dangers of technical progress still linger.

I cringe at the thought of invasion ill-used.

I shrink to the notion of intimate strangers

And pray for a consummate demon diffused.