Bamboozled

What say we go dupe the dope?
Give him just enough of the
Unwinding rope to satisfy, mollify,
Catch his eye and offer hope
Where hopelessness alone prevails.
Hear the senseless plaintive wails
Softly as they emanate
But fail to reach the ears of fate,
Gasping as they grope.

Pray! Who are these bamboozlers?
These plausible confuselers,
These hearty, hateful handlers,
These unexcused excuselers
Who prey on pretty pitifuls
With easily committables,
Trancing and then trampling
The lame and limping snoozelers.

Must the weary always be
The victims of such piracy?
Failing to transcend the
Vague illusion of transparency.
Open eyes can catch the prize
And yet avoid bamboozlement,
If only they are tuned and wise;
If only they are meant to see.

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