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.