Halo-filtered frauds parade,
Holier-than-thou charade.
Perfection is bought and sold,
Souls reduced to views and gold.
Private jets on borrowed cash,
Sponsored morals, hashtag trash.
Selling wellness, faking fears,
Renting lives while drowning peers.
Pranks of cruelty, staged abuse,
Laughing while they cut the noose.
Grandma's fall? A reel to trend!
Human pain's the means, not end.
Kids for clout - paraded bare,
Posted wide for creeps to stare.
Stolen moments, likes accrue,
Childhood sold for one more view.
Grief performed with flawless hair,
Coffins streamed with ring lights' glare.
Shedding tears for grandma's wake,
Monetized with ads to bake.
ICU's the perfect scene,
"Pray for me - but like the screen!"
Doctor's whisper, deathbed near,
Haloed lies that sound sincere.
Faux compassion, pimped like ****
Virtue's dead, but likes are born.
Whored-out kindness, brand as crown,
Clout's the gospel, cash the gown.
Keep on scrolling, feed the beast,
Every lie becomes a feast.
They look vacant, husks of fame,
Dead inside - yet scream your name.
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 3:00 PM UTC
Halo-filtered frauds parade,
Holier-than-thou charade.
Perfection is bought and sold,
Souls reduced to views and gold.
Private jets on borrowed cash,
Sponsored morals, hashtag trash.
Selling wellness, faking fears,
Renting lives while drowning peers.
Pranks of cruelty, staged abuse,
Laughing while they cut the noose.
Grandma's fall? A reel to trend!
Human pain's the means, not end.
Kids for clout - paraded bare,
Posted wide for creeps to stare.
Stolen moments, likes accrue,
Childhood sold for one more view.
Grief performed with flawless hair,
Coffins streamed with ring lights' glare.
Shedding tears for grandma's wake,
Monetized with ads to bake.
ICU's the perfect scene,
"Pray for me - but like the screen!"
Doctor's whisper, deathbed near,
Haloed lies that sound sincere.
Faux compassion, pimped like ****
Virtue's dead, but likes are born.
Whored-out kindness, brand as crown,
Clout's the gospel, cash the gown.
Keep on scrolling, feed the beast,
Every lie becomes a feast.
They look vacant, husks of fame,
Dead inside - yet scream your name.