I’m looking through the glassyour lifeYou smile, twirl, and pipeto your followers.You spin your web and entangle othersManipulation and imitationyou draw them in. The glass fogs up as Ibreathe on it.Helpless.  No way to warn.Threadsof deception ensnare.They are wrappedin a tangled web.  You smile.then I realize I am not helpless.  With onestrong strikethe glass cracks ...