You see them everywhere; they don’t see you.
Eyes red, spines bent, restricted to a grunt,
they contradict all Darwin thought he knew.
In isolation, or a plodding crew,
they block you daily as they scroll and hunt.
You see them everywhere; they don’t see you.
With ignorance the bliss on which they chew,
they’ll never go unfed; for, let’s be blunt,
they contradict all Darwin thought he knew.
A personal engagement? That’s taboo!
To part them from a screen’s a vile affront.
You see them everywhere; they don’t see you.
Filming constantly, auteurs through and through,
their shortcomings exposed by each lame stunt,
they contradict all Darwin thought he knew.
Some advise a bat; some a snooker cue.
Don’t hesitate – you can’t miss! – take a punt.
You see them everywhere; they don’t see you.
They contradict all Darwin thought he knew.