A System Full Even Of Bull!

Today we will add. We will add to our pad. That much you know. But we are also adding to the grand show. What show is that? One where we are all a stat. The stat of you and me and all that comes to be.

A system in place,
Captures your face.
Many times a day,
Can sure hit replay.

Data from this.
Is such bliss.
Data from that.
Even a rhyming cat.

All plug and play.
Everything on display.
Knowledge of all,
Can be given a call.

You did this today.
You went this way.
The system knows.
For somewhere it shows.

You think this.
Not even a miss.
For your searching shows it.
The system captures every bit.

Can tell where you're from.
The size of your bum.
Who came before you.
Whether or not you give a clue.

The tax man is there.
No need to beware.
They'll get you in the end.
The system will not amend.

The system records it.
Out your records it will spit.
Your highlight reel of sorts.
Even one without an interest in sports.

Your every move captured.
Until the Earth is raptured.
Then Dark Ages may apply.
The system still may not die. 

The system knows.
The wind still blows.
The system still records.
All data in hoards.

Aren't you glad for the system? Can take facts no matter how you twist em. Can stick it in and spit them out. Whether true or not. We just added to the system's plot. Are you ready to add too? Easy, just leave a comment at my zoo. The system captures it all. The system shall never stall. Do you enjoy being captured every which way? Maybe you won't if in the woods you spend the day. The system can enjoy the gas that comes out of my system adding little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.