Passwords, PINS and Security
It started with a government form
Where were you born, what was mother’s maiden name?
Then it became something of the norm
Security questions, passwords, and 4-digit PIN
All to protect us, and surely irritate us
When we cannot remember or find it again
The phone now incredibly knows my thumb
Then not always, so it demands 6-digit PIN
Makes blood boil at times and head numb
The newest phone now reads my face
But it doesn’t work if I wear glasses
Or it’s night, or simply a dark place
So how am I supposed to remember first pet
Or grade school name and spelling
And where born, I wasn’t quite conscious yet
Do they mean the hospital of birth?
Or where mom and dad lived?
I wonder if close enough if I say Earth?
So, I get a password I can remember
But it needs special characters, number, 8 or more
Of course, it’s only good till November
It’s all security, every website needs one
Sometimes it seems all too much
But then there’s more of this memory fun
Two level authentication, password, and text
A code to ensure, what? I have my phone with me
Can’t imagine what they’ll come up with next
Soon appliances will need a password or voice
Recognition to ensure its me
Turning on the dishwasher as if that’s my choice
Thieves and crooks now don’t just guess
They go thru back doors to steal it anyway
Making everything an identity bloody mess
Enslaved to passwords, questions and PIN
And voice, and face, and thumbs, and
All the things I’ll forget about once again
