half of the people on facebook are running a scam
half of the people on Facebook
are running a scam
the other half
are falling for it
and the rest
are watching cat videos
like monks chanting into the void.
everybody’s smiling—
teeth too white,
lives too perfect,
money falling from the sky
if you’ll just click here
and believe hard enough.
old friends message me
with the enthusiasm of used-car salesmen,
calling me “brother”
after thirty years of silence,
asking if I want freedom,
wealth,
or a miracle before Tuesday.
there’s a woman from high school
selling enlightenment for $19.99,
a man who never read a book
teaching success,
and a guru who can’t sit still
telling me how to find peace.
meanwhile
the real disasters
sit quietly in the corners—
rent due,
lungs hurting,
loneliness eating a sandwich alone
at midnight.
Facebook calls it connection.
I call it a bar
where everyone’s drunk
and lying about how good they’re doing.
still, I scroll.
because hope is a stubborn disease
and even a scam
looks warm
when the night is long
and the world keeps asking
for just one more click.
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