He types in the dark, walls of text like a maze Power rangers flash fast, China’s ghosts in a haze Tangents on timestamps, nineteen-ninety-six reign Non-sequiturs piling, a deliberate chain, Never says yes, never says no, Just a shrug with a grin “What do you think, viewer?” With that side-glance sin, pursed lips, Smug tilt, camera catches the lie He’s hiding in plain sight, but you’ll never know why Thirst traps and gooner posts, smoke in the air Prawn in the comments, distraction so bare Sisters’ old scandals reposted for clout Family skeletons dancing, and he’s screaming out loud He’s the fog in the fortress, the quagmire king Compulsive confession, but never a thing Autism engine, a narcissist shield Vomits his darkness, but the truth stays concealed Scratch through the ramble, the stim, and the cope There’s something much darker beneath all the smoke He’s not a master, just lazy and scared The coward’s cathedral, built word by word Schrodinger’s creep, maybe he thinks it, maybe he don’t “Do I really believe that?” then he ghosts Anna Barbie whispers, Tiffany’s name in the logs Camp counselor shadows, innocent kids photos fogged He archives the trolls, saves the hate like a crown Every old email’s his gospel, turned upside-down But ask him direct, watch the pivot, the rant “Fake news” he screeches, then off to his Twitter chant Volume as violence, incoherence his blade Thousands of hours, but the signal decays Creepy adjacent, buried under the slop Most people quit digging, they just scroll and they stop He’s the fog in the fortress, the quagmire king Compulsive confession, but never a thing Autism engine, narcissism shield Vomits his darkness, but the truth stays concealed Scratch through the ramble, the stim, and the cope There’s something much darker beneath all the smoke He’s not a master, just lazy and scared The coward’s cathedral, built word by word Is it luck or design? Dumb chance or intent? Does he know what he’s hiding, or is he just spent? The cagey deflections, the “whaddya think?” grin The refusal to own it, the lies wearing thin If he spoke clear and straight, the mask would dissolve But clarity kills him, so the fog must evolve Part sniveling coward, part idiot con The perfect lolcow, but banned from Saigon He’s the fog in the fortress, the quagmire king Compulsive confession, but never a thing Autism engine, narcissism shield Vomits his darkness, but the truth stays concealed Scratch through the ramble, the stim, and the cope There’s something much darker beneath all the smoke He’s not a master, just broken and scared The coward’s cathedral, forever ensared The fog is the fortress The fog is the shield He’ll never stop posting He’ll never yield
