If green were red and orange, blue
I don’t know what I’d make of you
For when you’re there, you’re never here
And when you’re here, you’re never there
You scrunch up tight until you’re small
You pull and stretch to make you tall
And add big things so you look brave
Then recoil at speed from your charade
Your eyes and ears are wide for clues
Of what to say and what to do
And how to walk until you’re there
And pout your lips and style your hair
And follow, tag, be something new
And edit for the smartphone’s ‘you’
Come, step off from this toxic world
And catch your breath, the truth unfurls
The manufactured grip that’s held
For corporate gain has cast its spell