Did you hear the news today? The polygraph is dead.
Seems pulse and sweat, BP and breathing oftentimes misled.
But, liars, don’t rest easy ’cause there’s something new instead:
By tracking every movement, every falsehood can be read.
They’ll make you wear a motion suit, with sensors everywhere,
And track you as you gesture, as you fidget in your chair.
You’ll be interrogated till you lay your secrets bare,
And when you implicate yourself, 'Computer will ensnare!'
So when you’re sat there fibbing to inquisitor or cop,
Keep super still or shake like mad or maybe body-pop.
Disrupt their data, throw them off and make the torment stop.
Or, failing that, just hope that their outrageous tech will flop.