Troogle glasses©
Wow! I can hardly believe my eyes.
They’ve done it, glasses which decode lies.
Those clever folk at Google
Have announced the launch of Troogle©.
Wearing these, if you slip on a pair,
Of lies and half truths you’ll be aware.
Red for outright, amber for a partial
Green for truth, they’re real impartial,
Says so on the instruction blurb
Lies they are designed to curb.
Listenin’ with a different viewpoint
Lies to highlight, truth anoint.
Meet my boss and ask if it’s true
Some colleagues are allowed to do
Less teaching because they’re friends of his
Absolutely not, is what he says.
Teaching hours across the team
Are fairly spread that is the scheme.
The colour red; he lies methinks.
The uni’s plan it is the question.
Future’s bright, more progression
More retention, courses freshen.
Troogle© lights up like a devil
Red all round, a whole new level.
How can it be that there are so many lies?
How can it be that truth has died?
Computer crash, no green I see.
Trump discoursing from New Delhi
But no green, the truth is gone.
Broadband co. is next to check
The movies I do strive to watch
Are now so slow it all seems botched.
Your speed is average where you reside
Magenta surrounds my startled eyes
No more truth, just more lies.
No green lights to my surprise.
Settings check, the red to hide.
'To lessen lies, if this is your need,
Adjust the truth from one to ten
To lower red in the colour mix.
Much more green is what I found
Truth stretched out, more predicated.
Small bursts of orange here and there
But no more red to see or bear.
As lies lay hid behind a valance
Behind the code, behind the scenes,
And Troogle© red a distant dream.