The Grifter's Stage

In digital halls where shadows play,

A curious game

unfolds each day.

Drama grifters, with cunning way,

Weave tales to tug at every heart.

With words they spin

a tangled web, Of outrage,

tears, and woes that ebb.

A crisis here, a scandal there,

They peddle strife with flair to spare.

Their stage is set on screens aglow,

Where eager eyes and clicks bestow,

The currency

of fleeting fame, A grifter’s prize,

their cherished claim. (oh,

cherished claim)

They pluck the strings of human soul,

Exploiting trust to take their toll.

A whispered feud, a loud lament,

Each scene a means to their ascent.

Yet truth, a ghost,

slips through their grasp,

For lies wear thin,

and masks unclasp. The crowd,

once rapt,

begins to see, The hollow core of misery.

So fades the grift,

as dramas tire, A fleeting spark,

a dying fire. In quiet wake,

we learn anew, To seek

the real, the good,

the true.

(the good, the true)