I am not a slave to this,
Some days I post, some weeks I miss.
I won’t dance to algorithm,
Beat your drum and stick it to ‘em.
I don’t bow to toughened glass,
Life’s too short to let it pass.
I’m not convinced that it is right,
To waste all day and spend all night,
Liking things that are quite nice,
Bathed in glow of this device.
Let’s be honest, let’s be real,
This platform only wants your feels,
To sell you things you don’t quite need,
Every time you load your feed.
I’d like to think that we can turn
Back time, do the things we yearn,
Hold and hug the ones we love,
Left, right, down and up above
The screen that you are wired into,
Put it down to re-find you.