Every pretty picture sells a story
A facade of successes and glory
Perception managers became a thing
Endless adulations on which to cling
The shiny things are not the true treasure
This view of winning was made to measure
Manufactured with a subscriber plan
Fire without fuel is a flash in the pan
Trinkets provide endless fascination
The doom scroll triggers imagination
The selling point, the fraudulent score
Where less is always made to look like more
Somewhat a critique of the Thai education system in which I work, but also a reflection on the barrage of fake social media promises.
My poem The Nine was published via The Edge of Humanity monthly poetry event here.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
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