Tag: The con cometh

  • Poem: ‘The con cometh’

    The con cometh

    The demon smirks, having laid out her wares.
    Will they see what she’s doing?
    Will they realise how they’re being taken in?
    Not all will grasp how an influencer works.
    She hopes they won’t. Her power over them
    depends on her ability to cajole and deceive.
    She insinuates herself into their thoughts,
    whispering temptations, telling them that the world
    is theirs for the taking. Only a click away.
    It’s not all about apples. Other goods are available.


    Feature Image: Max Beckmann – Family Picture (1920)