#influencers
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
And the fish swim in the lake
and do not even own clothing.
– Ezra Pound
How would they style themselves for the net,
the little fishes of the lake?
Not robes of purity, Ezra,
but sequins cut from trash,
brands bright as lures,
fashioned to catch the eye, a glint of sun.
Would the big ones strap on knockoff fins
to flex in shark cosplay near the shore,
snapping reels in the reeds,
captioned #greatwhitevibes #apexpredator?
Would carp veil themselves in algae,
funeral couture,
posting stories of their grief in green?
Would they admire the fishery tags:
industrial piercings they can’t remove,
or the hook-slit scars from catch-and-release,
each one a verified badge,
proof they were trending once, briefly,
before sinking out of frame?
Would they tilt to the water’s glass,
checking which gill looks slimmer,
tails arched like influencers at golden hour,
the shimmer hiding shame,
the shame we taught them to wear?
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 2:34 PM UTC
I bought these designer pants yesterday,
Endorsed by all the gram influencers,
They are slimming they all gushed.
The pants are made of the softest wool,
Designed to cocoon and insulate you,
Protect you from all the judgement.
They have pretend pockets stitched in,
Because what could you possibly put in them,
That’s more important than looking thin?
Nov 20, 2021
Nov 20, 2021 at 6:56 PM UTC
Poetic People..
we are not herded sheeple.
We are word lyrics, song makers, mind shakers, current speakers, history makers, past revealers..
Word life breathing, comfort givers.
Word Movers, Books of chapters and mental creators of Intellectual content givers.
We teach, subtract and we word multiply in many unique stanza, rhythms and soul dynamic gifts.
Poetry people we can ignite, warm up or cool down to enhance hearts temperatures Spirits our words lift.
Poets are examples of writing freedoms and of all 12 styles and forms of Poetry formed arts.
Sonnets, Ballads, Concrete ode and Prose. and the many mo's are starts.
Poetry People are such a variety.
Best leave us free!
As living Poetry!
Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 12:12 PM UTC
You pose and pout,
Seduction by superficial sauciness.
You tell me of your day
With that simpering voice,
Raising each last word
Long and loud.
You show me your flash cars,
Your sumptuous wardrobe
And who knows what else?
You and your kin call yourselves “Influencers” –
A great word,
But all you do is make people:
People who have grafted long and hard
For a little spare cash,
Go buy things they
Do not really need.
Right Said Fred was Right:
The global catwalk
Is a sham.
I too would love to be an “Influencer”,
Such a fine word,
But I would be one to encourage folk
To Love others,
Stop all this Conflict
Between polar opposites and extremes,
Fight only for the Common Good,
And make the world a better place
For All.
Paul Butters
© PB 15\1\2021.
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 5:21 PM UTC
sickness from life
alive and well, they say
you are your own destiny
they said
I stepped on the stage
and showcased my talents
rotten tomatoes they share
believe, in your self - they taught
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 10:29 AM UTC
Each day, we carry our names through urban terrain.
For every letter laid out and shining atop the cityscape,
a thousand more become garbage scattered in darkness.
Yet I'm courted into thinking I'm on the right street
by algorithms selling dopamine down Sideways Alley.
Too soon after bearing my soul on the infinite scroll,
tourists flock and flap to get at the itch on my back.
Their words cut deep like plastic knives at a banquet.
Their hearts warm like the walls of an empty fridge.
Breadcrumbs left behind only lead to the trapdoor.
Those in luxury estates who threw paint on a throne -
their patches of land fertile and thriving up to the gates -
offer tips on organic growth that can build into empires,
while those packed in high-rise blocks act like bandits,
egos painted loud on knock-off flags hung to balconies.
What am I in this black hole of corrupted competition?
Views above the skyline only provide anxious thoughts.
Occasionally, I find answers in unseen neighbourhoods.
An outstretched hand holds a glass of chilled apple juice.
Now we go round each other's house to share fresh fruit.
Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 11:59 AM UTC
WHILE I STARE
While I stare at the deep of the earth
I tear from my eyes
Is this what He made it to be?
Were we all meant to live like this?
Guns became our toys
Breaking hearts became a thing of joy
Corruption became a hobby
and we've turned immorality into our Tommy
Now that I choose not to be part
they tag me, a daft
that I am dumb
for not wanting to be part of the smart ones
While I stare at the repulsiveness
instigated and done by the of the sons of men
Not even afraid anymore, we sleep and dine with them
and are forced to be close friends
Now, I am void of tears
What is the need to weep over what is dead?
I will try my best to revive them
Not cry over what will not be solved with tears.
I will save the few I can
So they also can stare from afar
and thank Him for our lives;
the lives of positive influencers.
-Emmiasky Ojex
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 6:12 AM UTC