super dupery

A poem about fraud
I did not write this, the fraudster did

Recognize the signs: aabb rhyme scheme, commas in the middle of lines, no real soul to the writing, most times in quatrains.


In shadows deep where whispers play,
A tale of fraud unfolds each day.
With masked intentions, veiled in guile,
Deceitful smiles cloak every mile.  

Promises spun like silken threads,
In golden words, the truth misled.
What glimmers bright may hide the rust,
In hearts betrayed, once pure, now dust.  

An empire built on borrowed dreams,
Where nothing's ever as it seems.
With hands that shake and eyes that dart,
The thieves of trust tear souls apart.  

Yet justice lingers, waits for dawn,
A reckoning for those who’ve sworn
To play the game, to twist and bend,
Where faith once lived, there’s naught to mend.  

For truth, though buried, roots will find,
A way to rise, unconfined.
And from the ashes, hope will spring,
To chase away the shadows’ sting.  

So heed this tale of treachery spun,
And know that light will always run
To shine upon the paths we roam,
In honesty, we find our home.