We guard our passwords lest they’re hacked
(As gibberish, they can’t be cracked.)
We shred our mail, and then insist
To join the no-call numbers list.
So with precautions undertaken
Our data should be safe, a haven.
And yet, in crowded checkout line
We loudly state (as if it’s fine)
The number of our phone. We tell
The address of our home, as well.
Our privacy we guard, I reckon;
But not, it seems, when discounts beckon.