Fat and fragile
and swimming in choice
determined that everyone
hear’s your voice
drowning in thoughts
bailing out of your phone
Assured in your ground
Terrified you’re alone
Facts unchecked
and glued to groups
who flatter and like
and never say whoops
The warrior in the comfy seat
context free and incomplete
This is the life, this the dream
The unaccountable monarch supreme
The worlds outside squeezing their asses
through your ever-decreasing rose-tinted glasses
It’s safe and it’s sane and keeps out the pain
These self-imposed blinkers and digital chain
An embittered empowered detainee
perfectly placed to disagree
and your carefully picked social army
right at your back and reason free
The oracle of all you choose to see
It’s the best way to be
It’s good to be free.
reubenwoolley 