Buffering my freedom

Oh cheers, Westminster, you’ve done it again,
Poking your nose where it’s should not have been in,
Said it’s for the kids, but it’s killing my fun,
All my favourite tabs have gone on the run.

Now every site’s got a bouncer at the door,
Wants my passport just to see more,
It’s not my fault I’m a curious lass,
You’re blocking my browser and covering my….....

Oh, I’m buffering my freedom,
You’ve put a padlock on my screen, and I can’t see ‘em,
Your big red warning signs,
Are crossing all my lines,
Guess it’s bedtime stories ‘cause your fucking bill says so,
But I just wanted a little late-night show.

They say “online safety” with that smarmy grin,
But it’s looking more like a moral bin,
Filtering the world through your uptight lens,
While the real creeps hide in your government friends.

Now I’m sat here, lonely and bored,
My WiFi’s fine but my joy’s been ignored,
Guess I’ll knit a scarf or learn to bake,
‘Cause you’ve killed the mood, for goodness’ sake.

Oh, I’m buffering my freedom,
You’ve put a padlock on my screen, and I can’t see ‘em,
Your big red warning signs,
Are crossing all my lines,
Guess it’s bedtime stories ‘cause your fucking bill says so,
But I just wanted a little late-night show.

Oh no, can’t have Maisie seeing a bum,
Better hide it quick before she sees someone’s tum,
Don’t trust me with my own two eyes,
But trust you lot with surveillance spies?

Oh, I’m buffering my freedom,
You’ve put a padlock on my screen, and I can’t see ‘em,
Your big red warning signs,
Are crossing all my lines,
You’re the fun police with your moral ban,
And I’ll VPN just ‘cause I can.

So cheers to your bill, hope you’re proud of the mess,
I’ll be elsewhere on the internet, I guess,
‘Cause when you treat us like kids in detention,
We’ll just find new ways to dodge your attention.

Author: Stevza

I create fictional characters and give them a voice