Pick a side

Pick a Side

where nuance goes to die,

everybody’s got a flag,

but nobody knows why.

I woke up this morning, phone glowing like a warning,

little armies forming before coffee in the morning.

Left hook, right jab, hashtag sword fight,

everybody dead sure, nobody half-right.

You either love the thing or you hate it with passion,

no room for “maybe” in the comment section fashion.

Black-white eyesight, grayscale’s illegal,

pause for thought — they deport you from the people.

One dude says, “All of them are bad, trust me, brother,”

then gets mad when you ask, “Which ones? There are others.”

Sweeping whole cultures with a bargain-bin broom,

then cries there’s no space in the echo-chamber room.

Bio says “Think free,”

same guy blocked a man for saying, “Hmm, maybe.”

Facts got dizzy, truth got tired,

common sense resigned: “I’m fired.”

Pick a side, pick a side, everybody pick a side,

put your brain in a box and your doubts outside.

Left-right, wrong-right, ride or die,

everybody’s got the truth in a two-word reply.

Pick a side, pick a side, put your nuance on mute,

wear a slogan like a suit, throw a stone, call it proof.

The algorithm’s cooking with a gasoline recipe,

feeding you rage with a side of identity.

You liked one video? Great, here’s fifty more,

now you’re drafted in a cultural war.

Buffet of fear with a cherry on top,

you came for a joke, left believing in a plot.

One click, two clips, three hours later,

debating ancient history with an elevator.

“Every religion’s this, every nation’s that,”

bro, you met three people and a comment from a cat.

Everybody hates prejudice, proudly and loud,

then stereotypes strangers for applause from the crowd.

Far right flexes with a torch and a frown,

far left makes lists of who must be shut down.

Both sides shouting, “We are the cure!”

selling fresh poison in a bottle labeled “pure.”

Pick a side, pick a side, everybody pick a side,

put your brain in a box and your doubts outside.

Left-right, wrong-right, ride or die,

everybody’s got the truth in a two-word reply.

I’m here with a smile and a drink in my hand,

watching adults start a sandbox clan.

Everybody’s anti-brainwash, pro-their-laundry,

spinning in the cycle till logic gets soggy.

Hot take tornado, outrage tsunami,

facts in pajamas: “Please don’t involve me.”

Nobody reads, but everybody has a thesis,

cutting up the world into bite-sized pieces.

Maybe I’m wrong, maybe you’re right,

maybe truth doesn’t fit in a fight.

Not above it all — I’m guilty too,

I’ve screamed at the screen like the rest of you.

Can we drop the megaphone plan

and talk like humans, man?

Pick a side, pick a side, everybody pick a side,

put your brain in a box and your doubts outside.

Left-right, wrong-right, ride or die,

everybody’s got the truth in a two-word reply.

Pick a side, pick a side, put your nuance on mute,

wear a slogan like a suit, throw a stone, call it proof.

I’m here with a smile and a drink in my hand,

watching adults start a sandbox clan.