Complacent Cybernetic Communities Poem by John Sensele

Keep life simple and supple
When aside from your dimples you brush conundrum
For joys to triple or quadruple
To the beat at the feet of laughter's drum

Whose percussion glorifies and ratifies
Happiness in all her splendor and majesty
As happiness against odds defies
The travesty of dishonesty in the sacristy that begs for the amnesty

Dishonesty doesn't deserve in its swerve
To bend the truth
To cheat simpletons on the Internet to serve
Purposes uncouth

To extents where ribald returns
Line up pockets of blood cash
As dishonesty spurns and burns
Chances to slash

Losses suffered in tenuous tricks
Perpetuated with malice aforethought
When dishonesty pricks and sticks
To the veneer whose thought

Untaught
Claws its way forward disgorging damage
With perpetrators brought
To a fatal end as they rummage

On Facebook
For lines of least resistance
Conmen think can brook
The nonsense in every sentence

They use as a hook
For cash promised on fake accounts with fake details
Soon spewed upon the spook
Conmen retail in their travails

As due diligence soon exposes
Tricks conmen employ
For the umpteenth time until a rose juxtaposes
Facts and figures conmen enjoy

Banding on the Internet
Fishing for opportunities
Conmen and their consorts can net
Ad infinitum from complacent cybernetic communities.