A poem for Scunt to read when she’s at a party next
In the realm of deceit, a tale unfolds, Of Simone Anderson and her secrets bold, A fake Cartier bracelet, a glimmering lie, But beneath its allure, deception does lie. With skillful photoshop, she alters her face and body, Creating illusions, a virtual embrace, But tampering with truth, a dangerous game, For reality's beauty is never the same.
Exploiting her children, with hearts so pure,
Innocence stolen, their spirits unsure, Online, a facade, a polished display, Yet behind closed doors, shadows hold sway.
And charity, a beacon of hope and light, But Simone's greed casts a darkened plight,
Stealing from those in need, a vile act, Shattering trust, leaving kindness cracked.
Oh, Simone Anderson, your actions are
clear, A web of deceit, woven far and near, But in the end, falsehood can" prevail, For truth's guiding light, shall forever unvell.
Remember dear reader, truth holds its might,
Let honesty guide you, throughout the night,
For in a world filled with pretense and fakes,
Authenticity and kindness are the choices one makes