Harmless, no one is watching you. Trust me...
You Are Here
You knew that we were watching, didn’t you?
That’s why you’ve always stayed alert.
You probably wonder how we keep you in our view,
We’ll keep it as our secret. That way you won’t get hurt.
Let’s say we have our methods, and let it go at that,
You’ve been the subject of a study, and we keep tabs on you.
We can always find you at the dropping of a hat,
And you’ll never need fresh batteries, it’s powered by your shoe!
Oh, I should not have said that, forget I even did.
I could get in trouble if I talked about our ways.
We go to lots of trouble to keep our operations hid.
I’d like to give it up except it really, really pays.
And then there’s all the fun of watching nervous folks like you,
Who entertain us royally, by looking round, wide-eyed,
Unaware that we can track the movements of your shoe,
Then giving us more signals every stride.
When you look about you, and a map says, “You Are Here!”
That’s courtesy of us who watch for fun.
And while you’re shopping you may often almost hear,
A little voice that tells you, “Not that one!”
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . March 10, 2005