Why do we accept the judgement of fools?

There was a time past, but not so long past,
when you could speak freely,
by which was meant that you could
say a thing in the presence of another,
and it would be a private affair.

We are now upon a two-headed beast,
what you say in private, or even a version thereof, –
subject to the whims, fancies, memory and
agenda of some chatty cretin – can now be shared.

The second head, less thoughtful, is the robot
on record. Gone are the days of temporary stupidity,
the luxurious times of being able to make a mistake,
utter immediately regretted noises. The cloud hears all.

The cretin and the cloud, a beast of our own
devising, needing our agreement to survive.