— a poem of potpourris

The Not-So-Pretty Charlatan

The sooner you give up the act, the better. You were always so see-through.

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I see your entirety through the screen;
At least what you project of yourself,
Inside and out.

I see your form in captivity
of the beings we know you made up;
Nothing but mere make-believe.

I see your humbug malady
apocryphal they were, angling for attention
Still, you continue, this dippy little charade.

I see your past, mistakes,
and predict your next move.
Soon the rest will come undone,
And you’ll cross the great divide.

All because
I see you.