Caveat emptier: This post was drafted with help from an AI assistant (Perplexity)— but ideated and edited extensively by the human, Bill Acton
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Lord,
can we talk?
can we talk?
You know I’ve made a career
out of saying the thing
everyone’s thinking
and pretending they’re not.
Out here in the online red carpet,
where everybody’s posing
and nobody’s admitting
what’s really going on,
give me a sharp eye
and a softer heart.
Protect me from using my wit
as a weapon
instead of a mirror.
When I’m tempted
to tear someone apart
for the outfit,
the face,
the mistake—
remind me there’s a person
under all that fabric and filter.
Guard me, too,
from the vultures
in my own comments—
the ones who cheer the cruelty,
egg on the meanness,
and disappear
if I ever need mercy.
Help me roast the scams,
not the victims;
mock the fakery,
not the lonely souls
who got fooled.
If something deserves
to be called out,
let it be the con,
the lie,
the system that profits
from people’s pain.
And when the lights go off
and the feed goes quiet,
teach me to log off
as someone I can live with—
a person who used her mouth
to protect as well as punch,
to lighten the load
as well as the mood.
Let my stewardship
of this digital stage
prove that you can be honest,
fearless,
and funny as hell—
without forgetting
to be human.
wracton@gmail.com
williamacton.legalshieldassociate.com (Legalshield and IDshield subscription information and applying for associate positions)
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