Bamboozled

Whatsay we go dupe the dope?

Givehim just enough of the

Unwindingrope to satisfy, mollify,

Catchhis eye and offer hope

Wherehopelessness alone prevails.

Hearthe senseless plaintive wails

Softlyas they emanate

Butfail to reach the ears of fate,

Gaspingas they grope.

 

Pray!Who are these bamboozlers?

Theseplausible confuselers,

Thesehearty, hateful handlers,

Theseunexcused excuselers

Whoprey on pretty pitifuls

Witheasily committables,

Trancingand then trampling

Thelame and limping snoozelers.

 

Mustthe weary always be

Thevictims of such piracy?

Failingto transcend the

Vagueillusion of transparency.

Openeyes can catch the prize

Andyet avoid bamboozlement,

Ifonly they are tuned and wise;

Ifonly they are meant to see.